allure, Melane was nearing panic when they topped the next rise.
Endless deep blue water stretched out to kiss the dawn’s pink horizon. The breathless expanse captured the matching blue eyes trying to take it all in.
Wylan’s great arm rose, sweeping across the vision. “Moondock.”
The name encompassed the great water and vast land below them. From their stand above the city Melane’s eyes opened in awareness. No minor village stood before the vast blue waters. The city meandered about the chalky banks and high impressive cliffs, ensnaring great lines of waves crashing and rolling against them in a conquering roar.
There must be thousands of people living in so many buildings. Already she could see many tiny forms moving about the streets as the city came to life under the morning sun. She wished she dared to turn and see his face, sure of the pride she would spy in those masterful ebony stars. She could not fault such feelings, not when facing his grand home.
Melane’s appreciation mounted the closer they came to the high fortress walls seen during their decent. The high massive gates they passed through confirmed the fears she held to concerning this male. Nearly every Selam they rode past hailed the man at her back. Adding to her dismay, she couldn’t shake the nagging suspicions forming, concerning Wylan. The crowd of Selams increased, following Rolley’s progress through the cobbled streets.
Worse, was the shocking sight Melane couldn’t keep her eyes from following until her head would whip back to yet another male…child! Little Selams raced beside the large males or were carried about the massive shoulders. “So many…”
Wylan heard her breathless exclamation. The panic he felt shimmering through her small frame caused his arm to tighten about her waist. The fact she failed to notice the contact, past her enraptured concentration, bothered him even more.
Clamping her teeth down, Melane tried to silence the shivers overtaking her. Not only were there male children, but the surrounding males were as imposing as the one holding her. Only she knew it wasn’t wholly true. Wylan was a head taller than most and none touched his commanding bearing. Their shouts to him echoed the admiration and respect she saw in their own strong features. Hearing the shocking truth they shouted overwhelmed her, making all her prior bravado desert her. “King…King Wylan!”
Yes, those were the hails for her captor. Her own actions against him made her eyes squeeze shut for the travesty she committed. Insulting their king! How could she have been such a blind fool?
Numbed by her horrible error she wasn’t prepared for the hold that pulled her from Rolley. Defensively her fist rose to strike, halting in mid air before the fierce glare of his black steeled eyes. It was only a moment, but enough to make her own gaze fall shamefully away for the first time. When his hands set her down and released her, she felt sure she would fall at this male’s feet, calling on the last of her strength she remained upright. She saw an unfamiliar light in his eyes just then. It wasn’t the well known anger. No, something deeper, something that frightened her beyond all his prior fury.
Keeping her eyes down, Melane struggled with her feelings. None of the other people around her mattered. He was the one she came to find, but suddenly the reason seemed only a shadow beneath the flames of encompassing emotions that he ignited.
Wylan didn’t believe her bold courage faltered because she now recognized his standing in Moondock. Wylan wished he had not brought her here, wanting the elamie he found at the pool to be standing before him. Dismissing her beast, his hand took hold of her unresisting wrist. The absence of her strength made him realize how tired she must be. An unwanted relief came over him. She was only weak from the journey. Once rested, he hoped he would have her back.
The great halls they walked through were amazingly
Endless deep blue water stretched out to kiss the dawn’s pink horizon. The breathless expanse captured the matching blue eyes trying to take it all in.
Wylan’s great arm rose, sweeping across the vision. “Moondock.”
The name encompassed the great water and vast land below them. From their stand above the city Melane’s eyes opened in awareness. No minor village stood before the vast blue waters. The city meandered about the chalky banks and high impressive cliffs, ensnaring great lines of waves crashing and rolling against them in a conquering roar.
There must be thousands of people living in so many buildings. Already she could see many tiny forms moving about the streets as the city came to life under the morning sun. She wished she dared to turn and see his face, sure of the pride she would spy in those masterful ebony stars. She could not fault such feelings, not when facing his grand home.
Melane’s appreciation mounted the closer they came to the high fortress walls seen during their decent. The high massive gates they passed through confirmed the fears she held to concerning this male. Nearly every Selam they rode past hailed the man at her back. Adding to her dismay, she couldn’t shake the nagging suspicions forming, concerning Wylan. The crowd of Selams increased, following Rolley’s progress through the cobbled streets.
Worse, was the shocking sight Melane couldn’t keep her eyes from following until her head would whip back to yet another male…child! Little Selams raced beside the large males or were carried about the massive shoulders. “So many…”
Wylan heard her breathless exclamation. The panic he felt shimmering through her small frame caused his arm to tighten about her waist. The fact she failed to notice the contact, past her enraptured concentration, bothered him even more.
Clamping her teeth down, Melane tried to silence the shivers overtaking her. Not only were there male children, but the surrounding males were as imposing as the one holding her. Only she knew it wasn’t wholly true. Wylan was a head taller than most and none touched his commanding bearing. Their shouts to him echoed the admiration and respect she saw in their own strong features. Hearing the shocking truth they shouted overwhelmed her, making all her prior bravado desert her. “King…King Wylan!”
Yes, those were the hails for her captor. Her own actions against him made her eyes squeeze shut for the travesty she committed. Insulting their king! How could she have been such a blind fool?
Numbed by her horrible error she wasn’t prepared for the hold that pulled her from Rolley. Defensively her fist rose to strike, halting in mid air before the fierce glare of his black steeled eyes. It was only a moment, but enough to make her own gaze fall shamefully away for the first time. When his hands set her down and released her, she felt sure she would fall at this male’s feet, calling on the last of her strength she remained upright. She saw an unfamiliar light in his eyes just then. It wasn’t the well known anger. No, something deeper, something that frightened her beyond all his prior fury.
Keeping her eyes down, Melane struggled with her feelings. None of the other people around her mattered. He was the one she came to find, but suddenly the reason seemed only a shadow beneath the flames of encompassing emotions that he ignited.
Wylan didn’t believe her bold courage faltered because she now recognized his standing in Moondock. Wylan wished he had not brought her here, wanting the elamie he found at the pool to be standing before him. Dismissing her beast, his hand took hold of her unresisting wrist. The absence of her strength made him realize how tired she must be. An unwanted relief came over him. She was only weak from the journey. Once rested, he hoped he would have her back.
The great halls they walked through were amazingly
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