The wizard kings stolen wife

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She spent the next week at the house, not doing much but following Farrah around, helping out, and picking up on the unique ways the wizard liked his household to run.  

After a few days the wizard left to go to his mountain house. A far-off secluded retreat where he went to transcribe spells and pour over old tomes very few accompanied him. Then a week following she was called to the steward of the house, who passed her a handwritten note. She was to be traveling to Varona, a busy port town a few days ride to the east. To stay and work at one of the wizards' apartments there. 

She had only vaguely heard of the place before. Varona was on the edge of the kingdom, she knew this was a trading city, and filled with aristocrats bartering the trade that filled the countries coffers. She was loaded up into a wagon along with some other goods from the house, wares to sell, and some guards for the convoy and off she went. In the last 10 years she had never left the city walls, now in a matter of days she was crossing the country. 

The hard and quiet pats of her heart began to voice strange feeling in her ear, that made her eyes scan the changing scenery with fierce concentration. She breathed deep and slow forcing herself to stillness, to calm her mind away from her body as has served her well in the years of hardship she had endured. She almost felt her mind slip out of her body completely as she lost focus on everything but the feeling of her breath through her chest. Then for a moment she felt eyes on her, she jerked trying to turn towards it, but lost her feeling of stillness and her eyes saw only the bright farmlands rolling past their wagon.  

She huffed out a breath, and settled back to the clam state, agitated now by the idea of these eyes that were watching her. She swayed with the roll of the cart as her mind and heartrate slowed and this time, cautiously now, she slowly turned her head about her. She immediately felt the gaze of a figure upon her. Hazy it stood before her, cloaked in some kind of translucence but she could see it disturb the air about him.  

“Why are you looking?” She said as she reached out a hand, trying to feel it in the air. 

The figure jumped back, seeming to fall into itself it disappeared.  

“what the hell” She breathed under her breath as her hand dropped to her side. Wide eyed and wonderous she shook her head to try clear her insanity from her eye as she snatched her hand back from the empty air.  

Tristen scrambled back, tripping over a low table covered in notes to land ass over tit on the carpet. He groaned and lay there a hand pressed over his eyes.  

How embarrassing, what kind of a two-bit magician cant manage a scrying spell without being caught. By his third year of being an apprentice he was proud to claim only the heads of guilds of magic could ever feel his eyes over their shoulders but this girl caught him like he was a student straying too far in the advanced section.  

He groaned as he thought of her question, “why are you looking” had she known it was him? She seemed to have taken a while to feel his presence there he started to think, as he replayed the scene over in his head. She had reached out towards him, but did she see his form, and who he was? He pulled himself up from the floor and straighten himself out.  

She didn’t seem certain of what she saw, but somehow she had been able to feel him reaching out for her across the vale. She was off limits for spying on by magical sight until he could assess her talents and how she knew he was there. He blushed as he made a promise to himself not to look again, not that he should felt the need to look at all, but there was something compelling about this girl; and the fact she caught him suddenly made her all the more a tantalizing challenge to solve.