"She smiled at him.
His pulse began to race, his blood boil with excitement and lust, his breathing quickened and his mouth went dry. His knees went weak and he had to hold onto the trunk of the tree for support. He smiled.
Anya looked down, some of her blond hair falling in front of her ice blue eyes. She looked back up at him again and pushed the loose strands from her eyes.
There was music. An orchestra of stringed instruments playing behind him. Turning he saw five men playing music upon a dais and then they stopped. He turned again and saw her agai at the top of the stairs. Her gold streaks let down to her neck, her lips with a hint of cayenne, her blue dress fit her perfectly. He smiled at her as he saw the gold necklace around her neck. He wasn't sure if she'd wear it in public and was pleased that she was. She looked like a goddess. All eyes were on her, every man in that audience wanted her but she was only interested in one. She was looking into his eyes as she started descending the stairs and some of the guests cleared a path for her. The musicians resumed their play and the guests continued talking. She approached him always keeping her eyes to his, his heart beating faster, his hands feeling numb. Her voyage now almost over, she bit her lower lip as she approached him.
'Anya, my love.' he heard from behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and walked on to her husband. Her scent hit him, powerful and enchanting. He couldn't stand it, he must have her.
She lay beneath him, her arms and legs wrapped around his naked form. His mouth on hers as he thrust into her again. Her nails digging into the flesh of his back, she broke the kiss and moaned softly. He kissed her neck and slowly moved down to her breasts.
They lay on the red sating sheets in each others arms until the morning light. He had watched her sleep through most of the night, just like he had promised he would when they first met. He stroked her face and kissed her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes. 'I love you' she told him. He smiled and kissed her again. 'I lo...'
'...ve yo...' He was sitting in a chair in front of a fire place. He looked around trying to get his bearings. Long thick drapes on the far wall, massive fireplace, bear skins on the floor, hunting knives, bows and other weapons on the walls. Not merely decoration, these were well kept and deadly. Anya sat across from him in another chair. He smiled at her, she looked at him, deep in thought, but did not respond. Jeroy walked to her and opened his mouth as if to say something but he just couldn't hear what Jeroy was saying. Anya turned towards him and opened her mouth but there was no sound. He looked at the fire, felt the heat but could not hear any crackling of flames or snapping of wood. He looked back at Anya and Jeroy, she was telling him something. Jeroy looked directly at him, his face distorted as if in pain and his colour had turned bad, a sickly pale white. Jeroy just stood as if in a trance staring at him all the while Anya speaking. Fear struck him then, Jeroy's features had changed from sad to angry. Jeroy's face was now a bright red, his eyebrows in a sickeningly distorted angle point towards the middle of his face, tears streamed down his face, his nose started to run and his mouth turned into an ugly twisted knot, his cheek and neck musles tight with strain.
His eyes scanned from Anya to Jeroy and back again. Anya was still talking but had her eyes closed. He could make out what looked like his name as her mouth kept moving. Her head was tilted up a bit and her hands held close to her chest. She had the slightest of smiles on as she spoke. Jeroy had moved over to where weapons were hanging from a wall, he reached for a small hunting knife used for skinning.
'No...' he said. 'No...! Anya! Not again! Please no!'
Jeroy had his left hand on Anya's head stroking her hair. His right hand holding the knife just under her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. A tear fell from his face to her's and she opened her eyes. She stopped talking when she saw he was crying. Her hand came to his face and he could only imagine she was trying to comfort Jeroy. Fear struck her then when she realized just what he had in his hand.
He couldn't move, his limbs wouldn't respond. Every part of his soul wanted to jump across the room and stop what he knew was to come. No matter how much he tried, nothing would move, not even his head. As if he was forced to watch the outcome.
Anya started to struggle but Jeroy pulled her hair bringing her head back exposing her neck.
'Nooooooooooo! Please no!'
He woke then, Milin standing over him. 'The same dream again Alender?'
Alender was drenched in sweat. 'Yes.'
'Drink some ale, it will help'.
'Nothing can help with this, friend' Alendar said turning away from his friend. He held the pendant of her necklace tightly in his hand and tried to sleep again. A tear running down into his pillow.