Salima

Mud dirties well worn leather boots as Salima makes her way towards the nearest village. It is about an hour walk from her modest home, a small cottage on the other side of the lake. Salima rarely goes to town as she much prefers the calm of nature over people's judging gazes and nasty comments. But, today, she heard there'll be more items at the market and she needs to do some shopping before the cold sets in.

After the third day, Salima decides to go and visit the herd of horses the farmer mentioned. It is a long walk, but very rewarding. There, near a lake, there's a herd of wild horses. One of them is Salima's favorite: the grey mare with blue eyes. Their bond grew through the years of Salima observing the horses. Slow, slow, until the stallion protecting them tolerated her. Relief hits her as she counts all the horses, everyone is here. Safe.

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland smiles at that. Salima understands him more than he expects. "I do." He reaches out and takes Salima's hands in his own. "And I now protect you. You and your family." All under his Kingdom's care. And any children that come from this union, he will protect too, but Garland doesn't say that out loud. "Will you join me on the bed?"

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

Boris laughs lightly. “Guess I will.” Such a funny thing for someone to call him, but he can’t complain. It’s quite nice having someone feel that close to him to be able to say it. “Hm.” Boris sighs as he thinks that over. He’d really not like to abandon his home, but it will be needed. “We can pack up what we really wouldn’t want to lose.” And then plan their route back to Kai’s home. “I have an idea on how to travel that is safest. We’ll catch a train to a halfway point, stay there for the day somewhere, and then leave when it’s dark for the rest of the journey.” Food might be an issue with Salima, but Boris is sure she’ll be fine.

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland can't help but laugh lightly. So worked up in the idea she'd hate him, hearing Salima say otherwise melts away his anxiety. "I am a Prince. I need to keep fit so I can protect those I love."

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

Boris stretches before slowly moving to sit up. They do need to get up and figure out the best way out of this city. Boris knows there are late night trains or buses. Both are good options. They just have to avoid Garland and his. “I’ve never had anyone call me cute before.” He smirks down at Salima.

Mud dirties well worn leather boots as Salima makes her way towards the nearest village. It is about an hour walk from her modest home, a small cottage on the other side of the lake. Salima rarely goes to town as she much prefers the calm of nature over people's judging gazes and nasty comments. But, today, she heard there'll be more items at the market and she needs to do some shopping before the cold sets in.

After the third day, Salima decides to go and visit the herd of horses the farmer mentioned. It is a long walk, but very rewarding. There, near a lake, there's a herd of wild horses. One of them is Salima's favorite: the grey mare with blue eyes. Their bond grew through the years of Salima observing the horses. Slow, slow, until the stallion protecting them tolerated her. Relief hits her as she counts all the horses, everyone is here. Safe.

Mud dirties well worn leather boots as Salima makes her way towards the nearest village. It is about an hour walk from her modest home, a small cottage on the other side of the lake. Salima rarely goes to town as she much prefers the calm of nature over people's judging gazes and nasty comments. But, today, she heard there'll be more items at the market and she needs to do some shopping before the cold sets in.

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

“I’m not grumpy.” Boris hoped he sounded convincing but his voice sounds ever so slightly grumpy. He blames the fact he just woke up. He never was one to like an early start, even back when he was mortal.

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland keeps his eyes down as he works his shirt open. The more skin he begins to show, the redder his face seems to grow. But he doesn't stop. Even pulling the shirt off himself and tossing it aside. Only then does he glance up at Salima, and notes she has been so obviously eyeing him up as he stripped.

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland chuckles. "Then, My Lady, I shall remove them for you." It's easier to play this game. Helps Garland not fall into that embarrassment of their situation. He wants her, but this is all so new. The want to impress and have her love him grows. Releasing her hand, he begins to work on the many buttons of his fine shirt. Slowly popping them open.

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

Boris grumbles lightly. “The sun down yet?” He’d be able to tell if he was more awake, but having Salima in bed with him is far too nice. He doesn’t want to move. Even if deep down he knows they should. They have to leave after all. “Mm… Did you sleep well?”

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland helps her out of the pooled dress, his smile growing more amused as she reaches to undress him. Only fair. He lets her hand go only so the robe can hit the floor. Taking it again and gently tugging her close. "Do you now?" He says teasingly.

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

It takes Boris a moment to stir. The soft touches tickling him just enough he arches away from it. Grumbles a light ‘stooop’. Like a bratty teenager not wanting to wake up. “Hmm?” He hugs Salima close, refusing to wake up just yet.

The world is getting blurry. Body cold, and heavy. Lips that were pretty peach is now blood red, and skin growing sickly pale as more and more of blood leaves the wound in her side. At her side sits Boris. A man Salima had casually been meeting up with for a few months. Ruggedly handsome, and a bit dangerous, that was how she saw him. Salima never expected being seen around him would lead to her getting stabbed. “What do you.. ?” Salima´s mind is having a hard time understanding him. Fear is growing in her. She must be dying. “Boris… I.. it´s.. getting hard to.. ”

It takes Boris a little longer to fall asleep. Lips pressed to Salima’s hairline as he thinks of what they need to do tomorrow. He hates having to run but it’s needed. He’s not kept up with the troubles between Kai and Brooklyn. It might have escalated in the past few days and he can’t risk Salima being hurt in the crossfire. She needs to be safe. With only that thought in mind, Boris finally falls asleep. Hugging Salima close.

Garland paced around the bedroom. This is the honeymoon suite, his honeymoon suite. Soon to be the one he shares with his wife. A wife he never wanted but forced to marry. And when she enters the room, they have to consummate said marriage. It's all too much. Knowing his bride never wanted this also. Forced into this just as much as he was. Garland sighs heavily, shoulders slumping only slightly until the door is loudly opened, forcing him to stand up straight and be ready for what comes next.

Garland takes the sight of Salima in. His wife. His Salima. It's a foreign concept to consider, still so new in his head. His wife. His just as he is her's. Eyes flickering to her face, he returns that small smile. They are both a little embarrassed, which makes this all the easier. Embarrassed but eager to learn. Stepping around the dress pooled on the floor, he takes her hand. "You look beautiful."

Mud dirties well worn leather boots as Salima makes her way towards the nearest village. It is about an hour walk from her modest home, a small cottage on the other side of the lake. Salima rarely goes to town as she much prefers the calm of nature over people's judging gazes and nasty comments. But, today, she heard there'll be more items at the market and she needs to do some shopping before the cold sets in.