A Feast of Dragons - By Morgan Rice Page 0,77
cheers all around them as the crowd swirled.
There came a whining, and Gwen looked down in delight to see Krohn, jumping up on her, whining. She reached down and petted him, kissing him and laughing as he jumped on her and licked her face.
“I missed you,” she said.
Krohn whined.
Gwen stood, smiling, and looked back to Thor, the last rays of sunset lit up her eyes, and she reached out and took his hand.
“Come with me,” she said.
He did not need prodding. She lead him through the crowd, zigzagging this way and that, Krohn following, until finally she lead him through an ancient gate, and into the royal gardens.
They were back in the labyrinth of formal gardens, and it was quiet here, the cheers of the masses muted. They had privacy, finally, and they held hands as she faced him.
They kissed again, for a long time.
Finally she pulled back.
“Not a day passed that I did not think of you,” Thor said to her.
She smiled.
“And I you,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I prayed every day for your safe return.”
Thor smiled as he reached into his pocket, and slowly pulled out the stone he had been dying to give her.
“Close your eyes,” he said, “and open your hand.”
She closed her eyes, smiled, and tentatively held out a palm.
“It’s not a snake, is it?” she asked.
He laughed.
“No, I think not,” he said.
Thor reached out and gingerly place into her palm the piece of Orethist he had found on Dragon’s isle.
Gwen opened her eyes, and examined it in wonder.
The stone lay in her palm, glowing like a living thing, attached to the silver necklace chain Thor had forged.
“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.
“It is Orethist. A rock from the shore of Dragon’s isle. It is said to have magical powers. Legend has it that, if you give it to someone you love, it will save their life.”
Gwen looked down and blushed as he said the word “love.”
“You brought this all the way back for me?” she asked.
She looked at it in awe as Thor took the necklace, came around behind her, and fastened it on her neck. She reached down and felt it, then turned and hugged Thor tight.
“Is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been given,” she said. “I will cherish it forever.”
She took his hand and led him deeper into the twisting and turning pathways of the gardens.
“I’m afraid I have nothing to give you in return,” she said.
“You’ve given me everything,” he said. “You’re still here.”
She smiled, clutching his hand.
“We can be together now,” she said. “My mother…she’s not in her right mind. I’m sorry for her. But happy for us. We have no more obstacles between us.”
“I have to admit, I was afraid that when I returned, you might be with someone else,” he said.
“How could you think such a thing?” she scolded.
Thor shrugged, embarrassed.
“I don’t know. You have so many others to choose from.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t understand. I’ve already chosen. I want to be with you forever.”
He stopped and turned and kissed her, a kiss that lasted forever under the fading light of twilight. At her words, Thor was happier than he’d ever been. Because that was exactly what he wanted, too.
She looked embarrassed.
“And I have to admit something, too,” she said.
Thor looked at her, puzzled.
“I was afraid you might not think me beautiful anymore,” she said, eyes lowered, “because of my scar.”
“What scar?” Thor asked.
“Here, on this cheek,” she said, pointing to the scratch that Gareth’s dog had left.
Thor squinted at it, puzzled.
“I can’t even see it,” he said.
“That’s because it is nearly dark. In the light of day it is more visible.”
He shook his head.
“You imagine it to be greater than it is,” he said. “It is but a trace. Inches away, I can barely see it. And besides, it does not detract from your beauty—if anything, it adds to it.”
She felt her heart warming, felt reassured, realizing he was genuine, and leaned in and kissed him.
“I was attacked,” she said as she pulled back.
Thor’s face darkened, and he lowered his hand instinctively to the hilt of his sword.
“By who?” he demanded. “Tell me who it was, and I will kill him right now.”
She shook her head.
“That does not matter now,” she said, her face darkening. “He’s already dead. What matters now is that you should know that there are big changes about to happen here,” she said. “King’s Court will never be the same.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
She slowly shook