Here Comes The Storm.

soldier’s   heart.   that   was   what   they   called   it,   wasn’t   it ?   the   flashes   of   memories,   the   cold   sweats,   the   way   the   mind   bent   any   distant   loud   noise   into   that   of   an   explosion   of   wildfire.   felyx   still   felt   the   pain   in   his   side   as   if   his   injury   had   been   yesterday.   a   coil   of   scar   tissue,   hip   to   breast,   reminded   him   of   his   misstep,   of   the   way   the   point   of   the   sword   had   speared   him   just   where   chainmail   did   not   cover.   perhaps   he   had   been   foolish,   letting   down   his   guard,   or   perhaps   the   gods   had   simply   not   shined   their   favor   upon   him   that   day.   whatever   the   reason   had   been   he   had   survived   —   miraculously   —   but   not   unscathed.   the   scars   across   his   memory   were   worse   than   anything   on   his   body,   reared   their   ugly   heads   like   roaring   lions   on   mountain   tops,   and   lingered   like   ravens   perched   atop   a   tower   overlooking   battlements.   ever   present.   inescapable.   despite   the   years   that   had   passed   since   the   war,   it   was   almost   as   though   he   had   returned   home   only   yesterday.   memories   rose   and   fell   like   the   tide,   and   felyx   was   never   quite   sure   what   would   throw   his   mind   back   into   those   mud-slick   fields.   that   night   it   had   been   the   thunder   outside   that   screamed   like   dying   men.   it   lashed   against   the   old   stone   of   the   lannister   fortress,   and   within   felyx’s   bedchamber   he   continued   to   toss   and   battle   against   the   flickers   of   remembrance.   in   his   half-conscious   state   he   wondered   whether   there   would   ever   be   a   night   where   he   wasn’t   visited   by   the   demons   of   the   men   he   had   killed,   the   ghosts   of   the   friends   he   had   lost.   they   were   forever   sewn   into   his   subconscious,   intrinsically   linked.   would   they   be   waiting   for   him,   when   death   finally   knocked   at   his   door ?  was   that   death   coming   now ?  he   wasn’t   back   but,   slowly,   he   was   being   brought   to   the   surface.   a   voice.   kate’s   voice.   he   groaned,   his   brows   knitting   in   the   centre,   his   body   shifting   and   turning   and   thrashing   beneath   the   heavy   sheets.   in   the   lowlight,   she   could   probably   see   it   ;   the   almost   silvery   cord   down   his   side   that   caught   the   moonlight   and   near   shimmered.   it   was   an   intimacy   very   few   had   ever   seen.   the   women   felyx   had   courted   had   never   come   close,   and   he   wasn’t   one   to   frequent   the   pleasure   houses   that   filled   the   underbelly   of   the   town.   felyx’s   nakedness   was   guarded.   in   that   moment,   it   was   out   in   the   open   ready   for   anyone   to   observe. 

"It's okay..." Kate kept whispering, willing to make him return to sleep in a peaceful way. However, she could see how agitated he was. The way he held her forearm startled her at first. There was a part of her who feared that she had crossed a line, violated his privacy. His naked body lying on that mattress was certainly not helping her either. While she desperately fought not to look lower, Kate knew that she was in trouble. Big trouble. "I should go."

Just stay here.

His words made her look at him in the eyes this time. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she could feel her whole body now even more awake. "Felyx..." Kate whispered, willing to tell him that this wasn't a good idea. That she shouldn't even be here, in his room while he was lying in his bed. The only time she should be granted access to his private quarters would be for cleaning. Preparing the bed before he would retire for the night. This was way too late, or early in the night for that. However, Kate couldn't say anything else. There was an invisible force forbidding her to even speak the words she desperately wanted to say to save herself.

Instead, the woman gave Felyx a tender smile, warm and full of comfort. "Okay. I will stay." She whispered tenderly, her hand gently caressing his face. "I promise." She looked around the room, ensuring that nothing needed to be done. As she slowly stood up, Kate closed the door for more privacy, just to protect Felyx as well. She gently climbed his bed and allowed herself to lie beside him. Her whole body was facing him. A part of her was thankful that there was no candlelight, so her heated cheeks wouldn't be seen.

She was also in a more intimate outfit. Her white gown was quite transparent, revealing almost the form of her two generous, round and firm breasts. The fabric was lying on her curves, allowing anyone to imagine her naked body under it. Her hand caressed his chest tenderly, her fingers brushing against the very few hairs he had on it. "Were you having another nightmare?" Kate asked gently, never ceasing caressing his skin. A part of her thought that maybe this would soothe him, make him relax and see that she was here for him.

Her eyes betrayed her as they looked lower, realising how handsome he was, even more when he was naked. She took a deep breath, shivered slightly as she tried to pulled the covers upper for the both of them. The warmth soon enveloped her as she looked at Felyx in the eyes. "Is there anything I can do for you, Felyx? Just tell me, and I'll make sure to help.." Her voice was soft. She had managed to speak those words, although her body was screaming for something else. Kate never lied with a man in her life, this was the closest she had ever been to someone. Her finger tips kept caressing his skin while her green hues looked at his blue ones with a special light in them.

"We believe you and we have a confession, we've never really liked any of the women Brendon has dated, but from the minute you two got together, you were all he could talk about." Helena smiled warmly. "But you have to promise you'll take care of you too, Kate. This is so much on you. We can always fly out if you need us, even if it's to give the difficult patient a talking to."

Brendon couldn't help but smile at how Kate was handling the smoking and he revealed a smoking patch on his arm. "Just go out onto the balcony, dad." He laughed softly.

"You're quite right." William beamed. "Sometimes us Park men need a telling off."

As William walked out on the balcony, Kate looked back at Helena. Her cheeks turned slightly pinker as she looked at Brendon. "I mean.. As long as you don't smoke and you both can enjoy a bit of father/son time, I am fine with it." She smiled back at Helena before then nodding. "Let me go change, I will come back."

Kate left back to their room and decided to change into more stylish clothes. She put on dark blue jeans, some comfortable sneakers, a blazer and a shirt under it. Her long hair was now tied in an elegant bun as she put some make up on. She grabbed her purse and walked back to the kitchen before looking at Brendon and his mother.

They both fell asleep in each other's arms, tangled amongst the covers and comforted and overjoyed that their intimacy and romance had blossomed the way it had. Eddie knew that Thinya was the love of his life.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She turned her head, looking at the waves of the ocean crashing against the rocks. The wind blew gently on her face, removing a few of her brown strands. Her green hues showed a special light, one she only recovered after last night. One full of love, vibrant and hopeful.