Fallen, noticing his companion’s change of focus, turned spotting me and smiled. Wiping his hands, Fallen rose, and began walking toward me. “Turin, let me introduce you to my future wife, Daeris; daughter of our beloved king.”
The newcomer looked as shocked as I felt.
I rounded on him, “You have no right to introduce me in that manor, Fallen. The ancients…”
“When are you going to stop following the outdated ancients and think for yourself? You can choose your own husband, Daeris,” he said effectively cutting me off.
“Who I choose to marry is none of your concern.” I didn’t want to have this conversation with him here, especially not in front of a stranger, “What’s in the bag, Fallen?” I asked changing the subject.
“Only some herbs for brewing tea; take a look for yourself,” he replied shrugging the knapsack’s strap from his shoulder, passing the bag to me.
Peering inside, I gave an internal groan. It contained a variety of mint and nettle leaves, and some berries; all ingredients for tea.
His hand caressed my face, “Trust me Daeris.”
Rage spread through me as I slapped his hand away. “Don’t you ever touch me in a familiar way again.”
“You love me Daeris, why do you deny it?” Fallen asked unperturbed.
“You‘d do well to remember your station, Fallen,” I warned.
“It is interesting that you remind me of my place, yet you don’t refute you love me,” he said as Turin’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Fallen, I need to get back,” Turin said.