She wasn't sure how long she lay there before sleep overtook her, but when she finally slept, she found herself having the strangest dream…
She saw Talon as a young man, probably no older than twenty. His long golden-blond hair was braided down his back while the two shorter, thinner braids dangled from his left temple. His youthful face was covered in a thick dark blond beard, but still she recognized him.
Recognized him as a young man who meant the entire world to her.
He held himself above her, his hard, masculine body naked and pressed against her own as he slid himself in and out of her with such tenderness that it made her heart soar and ache at the same time.
"Oh, precious Nyn," he breathed in her ear. He drove himself deep and hard into her, punctuating each word he spoke. "How can I leave you?"
She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, then forced him back so that she could look into his amber eyes as he made love to her. "You've no choice, Speirr. You've fought too hard and suffered too much to be heir not to do this. This will ensure that the clan will take you as their king when your uncle dies.
"
She saw the anguish in his eyes and felt his body grow rigid around hers. "I know.
"
They loved each other so much. They always had. Ever since the day when she was six and he eight, and he had nobly saved her from a flogging by a rooster.
He had been the hero of her heart.
They'd grown up apart and yet never parted.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Even as children, they had known their friendship would be stopped or ridiculed, and Speirr had suffered enough ridicule to last ten thousand lifetimes.
She would never hurt him more.
So they had never told anyone of the times when they would sneak away from their famines and duties to be together.
For years their meetings had been innocent. Meeting to play a game or to fish. Sometimes to swim, or to share the heartbreaks they felt.
It had only been during this last year that they had dared touch each other's bodies.
She was the daughter of a fishmonger—the lowest of the low. Even so, Speirr had never treated her as the others did. He never mentioned that she smelled of fish oil or wore clothes that were threadbare and patched.
He'd respected her and treasured her friendship as much as she treasured his.
She had given him her virginity gladly, knowing there could never be anything between them. Knowing the day would come when he would have to marry another.
And though it broke her heart, she knew she had no choice except to let him go now. He needed to marry another to erase the taint his mother had left with him. To prove to everyone that he was noble in blood as well as in spirit.
"You will make a fine husband, Speirr. She is lucky to have you."
"Don't," he said, holding her tighter. "I don't want to think of anyone else while I'm with you. Just hold me, Nyn. Let me pretend for one moment that I'm not my mother's son. Let me pretend that there's only you and I in the world and no one and nothing to ever separate us."
She clenched her eyes shut as pain assailed her.
How she wished it were true.
He pulled back to look down at her. He cupped her face tenderly. "You are the only warmth in my heart. The only sunshine my winter has ever known."
Oh, how she loved him like this. When he, the fierce, bold warrior-prince, dared to be the bard who lived in his heart. Only she knew this side of him. Only she had ever known he had the talent of a poet.
To the rest of the world he must always be fierce and strong. A fighter of unquestionable prowess and skill.
But it was his poet's heart she loved best.
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"And you are my fire," she breathed. "And if you don't go off and meet with your uncle now, he'll extinguish you."
He cursed as he pulled away from her.
She watched him dress and helped lace him back into his armor. He was a prince. Not just in title, but in bearing and form. There had never been a more noble man.
After she was dressed, he pulled her into his arms and gave her one last scorching kiss. "Meet me tonight?"
She looked away. "If you wish it, Speirr. I will do anything you ask, but I don't think it will be fair to your new wife to meet you on your wedding night."
He flinched as if she'd slapped him. "You're right, Nyn. Most of all, it wouldn't be fair to you."
Sunshine moaned as she felt herself leaving Nynia and moving toward Speirr. They were still by the loch, only now it was him she felt. His emotions.
It was through his eyes she saw them.
Speirr was heartbroken as he watched Nynia step out of his embrace. The pain inside him was so intense that he feared it would cripple him.
He reached his hand out for her, knowing she was gone.
Lost.
Lost to him forever.
Just as his mother had been.
Just as his sisters and father were.