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Immediately, Merena smelled the aroma in the air, and her mouth watered. Her stomach voiced a complaint.
“It smells good,” remarked Merena.
“When our celebrations happen, it smells like this,” said Henry.
“What is the plan for today?” asked Merena.
“We will sacrifice a goat so the harvest will be plentiful. When evening approaches, we will feast and dance the night away,” answered Henry.
She stared out the window at the busy people, and her lips arched slightly.
“What is on your mind?” asked Henry.
“Nothing. It has been a long time since I’ve celebrated anything,” answered Merena.
“We’ll help with the finishing preparations after we eat,” conveyed Henry.
“Sounds good. I’ll eat light because I know we will get our fill today,” related Merena.
“We will,” remarked Henry.
Soon a thud came from the door. Both of them looked at each other then at the door.
“Come in,” commanded Henry.
“Good morning,” said Razor.
“Good morning, Razor,” replied Merena.
“You all are prompt,” remarked Henry.
“Yes. We are,” commented Razor.
“We try to keep our word,” related White Scar.
“You do,” stated Henry.
“One sign of a good ruler,” conveyed Merena.
“You can say that. There’s a lot to being a good king,” declared Razor.
“You are right. It is knowing when to be commanding and when to be benevolent,” expressed Merena.
“Kindness and strength are good qualities of a king. When to use them doesn’t always come to some people. They want to use power and terror to control their subjects,” responded Razor.
“An example, Hunter Geoff,” said Merena.
“True,” commented Henry.
“He’s growing into a strong adversary,” stated Razor.
“Not an adversary, a monster,” declared Merena.
“He is one enemy that needs to be taken down. Taken down as soon as possible,” conveyed White Scar.
“There are those who think they do no wrong even when they hurt other people,” sneered Merena.
“For the time being, enough with monsters and those who are not,” demanded Razor.
“Let’s enjoy the festival,” said Henry.
“Yes. Enough grim talking,” conveyed Razor.
“Let’s have fun,” remarked Henry.
“No more dire talk,” commanded White Scar.
“We should go forth and be merry,” commented Merena.
Rapidly, Razor rose from his chair, then bowed as he presented his hand and said, “My lady.”
Merena took his hand and said, “Thank you.”
The pair helped out as they walked around the village. The bodyguards assisted when asked.
Finally, the light made way for the dark as they sat around a great fire. They played music, danced, ate, and talked around the giant flames. Merena’s eyes scanned the crowd and laughed at the jovial people. Soon her eyes locked onto Razor’s eyes while she smiled.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” commented Razor.
“How it feels now, I am enjoying myself. It feels like the world could be a good place to live,” responded Merena.
“I am glad you can relax and enjoy yourself,” said Razor.
“I didn’t think I would, to be honest,” remarked Merena.
A soft, slow song played on different instruments, and a woman sang with the melody. Soon a smile lifted Razor’s lips as his eyes turned back toward Merena.
“Would you dance with me?” asked Razor with his hand outstretched for her.
“I don’t dance well,” answered Merena.
“That doesn’t matter. I will lead you,” responded Razor.
“I may step on your feet,” related Merena.
“You don’t weigh much,” remarked Razor.
“Alright,” said Merena.
“Put your feet between mine,” ordered Razor. When she stepped between his feet, his arm pressed her body against his, and she gasped.
The manly aroma of Razor filled her nostrils along with her mind. A moment later, her head tilted on his torso as his intoxicating smell filled her entire being.
“You are making this easy,” expressed Merena.
“My teachers would love to hear that information,” stated Razor.
She giggled then questioned, “Why? Were you that hard to teach?”
“No. They would be proud all their hard work paid off,” responded Razor.
“I know you give everything your all,” said Merena.
“Obviously not, I lost you,” whispered Razor.
“It hurt you that bad?” probed Merena.
“Yes. I failed at protecting you. I cannot lose you again,” replied Razor.
“I’m sorry I brought up bad memories,” conveyed Merena.
“The bad comes with the good. Besides, we are together,” conveyed Razor.
“Them words are true,” remarked Merena.
While they danced, he rested his face on top of her head and smelled the flower fragrance of her hair. Soon his blond locks brushed her cheeks, and his musky scent continued filling her senses. By the time the song ended, her heart was pounding because of the heat radiating from him. He held her by the arms while he took a step back and gazed at her. Soon he stood taking in her beauty as her eyes fixed on his chest. Her cheeks had a slight redness, and her torso heaved.
“That was nice,” whispered Razor. Her eyes rose, looking him straight in the eye.
“It was,” responded Merena.
A hand rose and brushed a thick black strand of hair behind her ear, then lips touched her forehead gently. His stature made him lean low even though she stood taller than most of the other women. His hand stopped moving when it touched her cheek.
“I am happy you were found,” said Razor.
“I’m glad I stopped running, and you found me,” whispered Merena. Her body slammed into his, and her arms flew around his waist.
“May I have this dance?” asked Henry.
She looked at Razor, and he answered, “Yes.”
They swayed to the melody with his hand on her back and the other in her hand.
“We should make sure he understands Merena is your soon-to-be wife,” declared White Scar after Razor stood beside him.
“Yes. You will watch her after I leave,” stated Razor.
While they talked, they watched as Henry inched his and Merena’s bodies together. Immediately, the distance between them halted.
“She stopped his progress,” remarked White Scar.
“I’m glad,” said Razor.
They watched the celebrating people as the night grew late.
“Will you marry more than me?” asked Merena.
“I don’t know. What about you?” enquired Razor.
“As you know, I was married to Dallas. I have no idea about any other person,” answered Merena.
“Honest,” commented Razor.
“We should try to be honest,” conveyed Merena.
“We should do that,” remarked Razor.
“While I was on the run, I tried not thinking of my past. I would dream of flying over the trees. That was you invading my mind. I would wake and know I was still in my living nightmare,” expressed Merena; her fingers slid over his long braid.
“I’m sorry, but I am happy also. It was a reminder for you,” stated Razor.
“Yes, it was. I tried hard not to think about it. I would remember how the hunters took away my family and my life,” whispered Merena.
Pale blue eyes stared into emerald green eyes, then his lips arched slightly, and he said, “I’m sorry I failed you. Your mother, father, and brother were killed in front of you.”
“To be honest, I never seen my brother die. He ordered me to run,” related Merena.
Her head rested on his muscular arm, and she continued, “It wasn’t your responsibility to save us. It was Hunter Geoff’s fault, and it will always be his fault.”
“I still feel responsible,” conveyed Razor.
“You were a boy. You could have died, also,” stated Merena.
“You are right,” said Razor.
After he inched closer and placed a gentle hand on her cheek, he whispered, “If you need, you can talk about that night. Tell me what you want.”
For some time, she stared at his chest, deep in her own mind. Soon her eyes scanned until they fell upon his, and she said, “Alright. It was a peaceful night. The first night of the cycle of the full moon.”
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