��� She could see him through her bedroom curtains. She saw him suddenly look up at her window and she quickly ducked away, hoping that he did not catch her looking at him. Gulping, she peeked around the curtain to see if she had been caught. He had turned her back to the house and she breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to the nightstand next to her bed, she blew out the single candle before climbing into her bed. She drew the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes, hoping that tonight her dreams would not be plagued by him. Ever since he had arrived at her farm he seemed to occupy most of her thoughts. Everything about him was exciting. His size, his looks, his history, everything sparked her interest. She had caught herself looking at his huge arms more than once. She remembered when her father told her that the colors on his arms were symbols of honor for men in the army in his homeland. She had wanted to look at them, but wisely kept her distance. He had been at her farm for a little longer than three years and he had never said a word. Even on the first night when she had tended to him after her father beat him he hadn�t said a word. Not one sound which she found amazing considering the tremendous amount of pain he must of been in. He was the biggest man she had ever seen. Even in the men in the kingdom�s army didn�t compare to him. He displayed an unbelievable amount of strength in his work, making the chores seem easy. Yes, she was in awe of his looks, but it didn�t compare to his strange eyes. Two pale green eyes that were so focused in everything that happened around him always fascinated her.
���� Despite her strange attraction to him, she wisely kept her distance, for he was a leader of the enemy army and was extremely dangerous. But yet... her knowing that she was in the presence of this feared man was... somehow... exciting.
��� She groaned and tossed in her bed, occasionally giving her pillow a whack with her fist. She noticed that she was shivering and wondered if she should get up to fetch another blanket since the quilt and thin nightgown didn�t keep her warm, but decided against it. She had to go to sleep. It was getting late and she had to start the harvest tomorrow and it would require all of her energy. She closed her eyes and finally drifted off to sleep. She had hoped for a quiet slumber, but it was not to be for at that time she caught the unmistakable scent of smoke drifted into her room... |
