Reilene sat brushing her raven black hair, staring into the mirror. Her own crimson gaze stared back at her, and she exhaled slightly. The jingle of chainmail rattled behind her, and before she could speak, her husband leaned over her shoulder to peck her on the cheek. "Your efforts are wasted, my dear. Any more beautiful and you would rival Halone herself."
Reilene turned to her husband and smiled. "Ware your words, my lord. They could easily be construed as heresy." Her husband chuckled, standing back up to his full height, and his dark chainmail dyed the colors of House Fortemps gleamed in the daylight filtering in through the bedroom window.Â
"If appreciating my beloved's beauty is to be considered heresy, then the Fury may take me and my house, for it should be worth the damnation." He turned and strode gracefully from their bedroom, stopping only to allow two small children to pass. Reilene scooped the children into her arms, moving to follow her husband. She trailed his steps to the front door of their estate, where he stopped and turned back to his family. "Mind your mother, Martilioux, Ceilline. I shall return ere the sun rises on the seventh dawn."
"Fury be with you, my dear. And hells take the scalekin," Reilene replied, smiling. Her husband leaned down to kiss each one in turn, then stepped out of the door, closing it with a sound thud behind him. Reilene watched the door for a moment before setting her children down, shooing them off to play, and tread softly to the parlor of their estate, where a suit of Temple Knight mail was hung with a gleaming steel lance. Running her hand over the mail, she whispered softly to herself, "Would that I could join you my love. Would that I could fly as my father did."
Reilene turned to her husband and smiled. "Ware your words, my lord. They could easily be construed as heresy." Her husband chuckled, standing back up to his full height, and his dark chainmail dyed the colors of House Fortemps gleamed in the daylight filtering in through the bedroom window.Â
"If appreciating my beloved's beauty is to be considered heresy, then the Fury may take me and my house, for it should be worth the damnation." He turned and strode gracefully from their bedroom, stopping only to allow two small children to pass. Reilene scooped the children into her arms, moving to follow her husband. She trailed his steps to the front door of their estate, where he stopped and turned back to his family. "Mind your mother, Martilioux, Ceilline. I shall return ere the sun rises on the seventh dawn."
"Fury be with you, my dear. And hells take the scalekin," Reilene replied, smiling. Her husband leaned down to kiss each one in turn, then stepped out of the door, closing it with a sound thud behind him. Reilene watched the door for a moment before setting her children down, shooing them off to play, and tread softly to the parlor of their estate, where a suit of Temple Knight mail was hung with a gleaming steel lance. Running her hand over the mail, she whispered softly to herself, "Would that I could join you my love. Would that I could fly as my father did."
