Rannia and Wyr......

"Oh please Alex!" moaned the beautiful red-haired underneath him, whiIe he kissed her neck up and down. He clulched his fingers in her red hair which where a complete mess. He gently kissed her on the lips, silencing her for now. She'd wanted to touch and kiss and hold him from the day she'd met him. She'd wanted him to burn for her, just as she'd wanted him to set her ablaze.

"Alex I know .......!"  She said with a sigh..."I know Rania, I may be asking too much, but I will be there for you, I will protect you and nothing will come to you, I will..." She pulled her finger like someone without sight would do to her face, scouting every inch of it, with caress, and love. "You don't have to explain to me...I trust you Alex, I ...." with that he pulled her close to him and silenced her again with a kiss.

 The following morning Alex went back to the garrison grounds, with a smile.....Life seemed was finally starting to look good for him. Most of the troubles were gone, and now as a sergeant of the Arch-dukes guard his ego had bolstered. The training of the militia was becoming more and more intense and Alex was caught in the fray of it with more intensity each passing day, it was the best way to keep his mind clear, and free of all thoughts, he had it all in place, all at hand.

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Small Wyr was still the tomboy they met three years ago in the forsaken village of Duvik. She didnt grow much larger nor she did start to resemble even more a woman with the passing years. Although she had already started to feel one. Her growing affection for the young lord was becoming hard to hide and it was building like a fire in her. It was the thought of his denial crushing like hard rock on her and it was painful enough to bear. She was nothing more than a maid girl, nothing more she could be, how could she even think of something like that, her and him.


Raynold was too occupied with all the dealings of the province, the town and after the retaking of Talladale he was more and more distant, he was lost in his plans and plots and endless conversations with Marshall Bardolf. There was nothing she could do, to turn his precious attention at her. She was nothing more than his faithful servant, she had to learn to live with that, every day the rest of her life, and that is what she started to make herself believe.....every single day....every single night.....for the rest of her life.....