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with a better plan.
Not much better, but still an improvement.
Both because of her abilities and because her master never left the protective walls of his citadel, Gwyneth was tasked with transporting all the slaves to their new homes and masters. It was a task she despised, but this one time, it would be a blessing instead of a curse. That last journey would provide them with everything they needed to escape: time, distance, and most importantly, the ring that enslaved him. It meant risking another day or so in the presence of the master, but Gwyneth grudgingly admitted that they would not see much of him so long as the sorcerer was assured Vamir was recovering from his injuries.
Vamir still didn’t want to leave Gwyneth behind, but she insisted. For now, he was going along with her plan, but if he saw a way to bring her with him, he intended to take it, consequences be damned. He could deal with her anger at being taken far easier than he could live with himself if he left her behind.
Having her in his arms all night had been an experience he would never forget. Whether she consented to be bound to him or not, he would always have the memory of her falling asleep beside him. She’d slept with her head on his shoulder and her beautiful hair falling like a silken blanket across his chest. When he’d finally allowed himself to fall into a healing sleep, his last thought had been that whatever it took to free her, he’d see it done.
Gwyn woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of being both warm and sheltered. It took her sleep-addled mind a few moments to remember why, and when she did she registered another new sensation, contentment. While they’d both slept, the bond between them had strengthened, and now she felt more connected to Vamir than she would have thought possible. It wasn’t invasive or overpowering, more a sense of his strength and determination, along with the feeling she wasn’t alone anymore.
After so many years alone, it was a wonderful feeling.
She rose from the bed, careful not to wake her sleeping patient. His wounds looked much improved. The angry red welts had faded, and his cuts appeared to be healing without infection. Only the bruising looked worse than it had last night. Starbursts of deep purple and red bloomed all over his body. Today, she would have to find another balm, one that worked to ease aching muscles and speed the healing of bruises.
The master would not give him long to heal, and when the time came for them to put their plans in motion, Vamir would need all his strength…and so would she. Gwyn knew she would have to defy her master’s commands to ensure Vamir escaped. Defiance meant pain, and this level of disobedience was going to invoke the worst punishments she’d ever endured. She hadn’t told Vamir, but there was a chance it would kill her to free him. She couldn’t be sure, and even if it did cost her everything, at least they would both finally be free.
After glancing at Vamir one last time to ensure he still slept, Gwyn removed her robe and moved over to the window. Standing in the one small patch of sunlight that made it through the narrow opening, she focused her thoughts and conjured a small wooden tub full of fresh, heated water that smelled faintly of spring flowers. Stepping into the tub, she raised her arms over her head and closed her eyes. With a thought, she sent the water spiraling upward around her. She let the water settle back into the tub while she soaped and washed, then reformed the waterspout to rinse herself off. It was an indulgent use of her magic, but one she enjoyed a great deal.
When the water was back in the tub once more, she felt a shift in the energy in the room and knew that Vamir was awake. “You better not be peeking.”
He chuckled, his energy resonating to the sound. “If you’re insinuating that I’m lying here watching you frolic with a waterspout like a naked water sprite, you’d be absolutely correct. And I am not the
Not much better, but still an improvement.
Both because of her abilities and because her master never left the protective walls of his citadel, Gwyneth was tasked with transporting all the slaves to their new homes and masters. It was a task she despised, but this one time, it would be a blessing instead of a curse. That last journey would provide them with everything they needed to escape: time, distance, and most importantly, the ring that enslaved him. It meant risking another day or so in the presence of the master, but Gwyneth grudgingly admitted that they would not see much of him so long as the sorcerer was assured Vamir was recovering from his injuries.
Vamir still didn’t want to leave Gwyneth behind, but she insisted. For now, he was going along with her plan, but if he saw a way to bring her with him, he intended to take it, consequences be damned. He could deal with her anger at being taken far easier than he could live with himself if he left her behind.
Having her in his arms all night had been an experience he would never forget. Whether she consented to be bound to him or not, he would always have the memory of her falling asleep beside him. She’d slept with her head on his shoulder and her beautiful hair falling like a silken blanket across his chest. When he’d finally allowed himself to fall into a healing sleep, his last thought had been that whatever it took to free her, he’d see it done.
Gwyn woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of being both warm and sheltered. It took her sleep-addled mind a few moments to remember why, and when she did she registered another new sensation, contentment. While they’d both slept, the bond between them had strengthened, and now she felt more connected to Vamir than she would have thought possible. It wasn’t invasive or overpowering, more a sense of his strength and determination, along with the feeling she wasn’t alone anymore.
After so many years alone, it was a wonderful feeling.
She rose from the bed, careful not to wake her sleeping patient. His wounds looked much improved. The angry red welts had faded, and his cuts appeared to be healing without infection. Only the bruising looked worse than it had last night. Starbursts of deep purple and red bloomed all over his body. Today, she would have to find another balm, one that worked to ease aching muscles and speed the healing of bruises.
The master would not give him long to heal, and when the time came for them to put their plans in motion, Vamir would need all his strength…and so would she. Gwyn knew she would have to defy her master’s commands to ensure Vamir escaped. Defiance meant pain, and this level of disobedience was going to invoke the worst punishments she’d ever endured. She hadn’t told Vamir, but there was a chance it would kill her to free him. She couldn’t be sure, and even if it did cost her everything, at least they would both finally be free.
After glancing at Vamir one last time to ensure he still slept, Gwyn removed her robe and moved over to the window. Standing in the one small patch of sunlight that made it through the narrow opening, she focused her thoughts and conjured a small wooden tub full of fresh, heated water that smelled faintly of spring flowers. Stepping into the tub, she raised her arms over her head and closed her eyes. With a thought, she sent the water spiraling upward around her. She let the water settle back into the tub while she soaped and washed, then reformed the waterspout to rinse herself off. It was an indulgent use of her magic, but one she enjoyed a great deal.
When the water was back in the tub once more, she felt a shift in the energy in the room and knew that Vamir was awake. “You better not be peeking.”
He chuckled, his energy resonating to the sound. “If you’re insinuating that I’m lying here watching you frolic with a waterspout like a naked water sprite, you’d be absolutely correct. And I am not the
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