Narinda told me Feetak, a young warrior who’d only made his first kill nine years ago (which meant at sixteen years of age, um… yikes!) was very pleased at this huge jump in rank.
It meant more sarongs for her for Lahn was paying them all out of his own coin and it was more than they made raiding or warring (seriously, my man had to be loaded… I mean, five hundred warriors?).
It also made her happy.
So I was happy too.
* * * * *
Yes. I was happy. Korwahn was good. Life was good. The only thing that wasn’t good was morning sickness but that only lasted until around ten.
Everything else was good.
And would be for one more day.
Then my husband went to war.
* * * * *
“Kah Lahnahsahna, kah lipa,” Lahn muttered, I blinked and looked up at him.
It was time to do his hair.
He sat on the bed beside me and planted his hand in it on my other side.
“Do you feel well enough to do it?” he asked, his eyes on my (probably pale) face.
I did but I probably wouldn’t once I sat up.
But there was no way I was giving up the chance to have my fingers in his beautiful hair. Not now. Not when the day after tomorrow brought Lahkan to our door, Lahn on Lahkan’s back and my king riding off to war to avenge a wrong done me.
“Yeah,” I whispered, sucked in breath, got up and walked to the small trunk that held his gold bands. “How do you want it?”
“Bunched,” he stated, I nodded, grabbed what I needed and returned to the bed.
He moved to sit cross-legged on the floor by the side of the bed. I sat on the bed cross-legged behind him, gathered his hair and memorized the feel of it as I bunched it.
When I’d put the last band in, I circled his shoulders with my arms and rested my chin on one.
“You know I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
“I know,” he whispered back, turned, I pulled my arms away and he got on his knees in front of me, his hands framing my face.
I looked in his dark eyes.
“Do you know how much?” I kept whispering.
“How much, baby?” Lahn kept whispering too.
I bent my forehead to his and told him the truth. “More than my world.”
I watched his eyes smile. Then I felt his fingers press in my scalp. Then I felt the touch of his lips.
Then he gained his feet and he was gone.
*Translation: “Yes, I will.”
**Translation: “Give my queen a tour, now. The others will be here soon enough for you to boss around.”