Anwenelme's eyes shone as she looked up at Melost and her lips curved in that smile that had captured his heart so many years ago. He loved this woman and as he looked down at her, he could feel his heart clench knowing he would likely hurt her with what he had to say. He intended to put it off as long as possible.
As they walked, she talked of her plans for their wedding, for their children and of nothing at all. He led her into a shaded grove and pulled her closed, kissing her as though he might never see her again. Beware the thoughts your mind conjures, Melost!
He pulled sharply away from her and glanced around, his hand on his sword. She looked at him, puzzled. "My lord? What troubles you? Come, sit here beside me and rest from your travels. Soon we will be together and I will let nothing trouble you." She held out her hand to him and smiled prettily as she leaned closer to him. Melost inhaled deeply as her perfume drifted enticingly. He smiled at her and kissed her hand. "How can I refuse such an invitation from so lovely a creature?"
He pushed away the heaviness of his heart as he drew her down beside him in the shadows and took her in his arms.
[ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: Cuthalion ]
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