by Marie Dry
“We will go closer.” They walked to the base of the pyramid. “Look at the size of each stone.”
Melisende measured the stone against her height and took out her measuring stick and prayer book. He’d offered her the use of his gadgets, but she wanted to use the tools she knew. She planned to savor every moment of the experience. She measured and sketched late into the night, her task made easy by the light he shone that lit up the whole area.
By the time they returned to the cave, many months later, she was dizzy with joy and the measures and calculations buzzing in her head. If she had taken copious amounts of wine, she wouldn’t have been this euphoric.
Melisende turned to her Star Warrior. “I love you, you have given me my dreams and so much more.”
He cupped the back of her head and leaned down to speak against her lips. “I loved you first, from the moment you stepped out of that primitive carriage.”
Epilogue
One hundred years later…
Melisende stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for her son to reach her, where she stood in front of the cave. He ran up the mountain as if it was a little hill. Even after a hundred years, she still couldn’t get used to their strange abilities. “Have you been terrorizing the villagers again?”
He thought it hilarious to pretend to be a dragon and demand a virgin from them in return for not scorching their village. And Zain encouraged his behavior.
Zandro, her strange, beautiful son, grinned at her and made a sweeping bow. “They are sacrificing a virgin to me tomorrow.”
“What?” Melisende threw up her hands. “Star Warrior, come and talk sense to your son.”
Zain emerged from the cave and moved to stand next to her. “They offered you a virgin? You have done well, young warrior.”
Melisende groaned. “I can’t talk to either of you.” She glared at her son. “You had better not harm one hair on that young woman’s head.” She would have insisted that he leave the poor girl alone, but she feared what the superstitious villagers might do to her. “You are both equally bad. Just think how frightened that poor girl is feeling right now.”
“But tomorrow she will belong to a warrior, and that will make her happy,” her son said.
Melisende thought about these last hundred years. This was an argument she wouldn’t win. She was happy with her warrior and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. If she had married Sir Robert, her life would be over, and she would never have walked in the footsteps of the great Thales. Never have loved a great warrior.
About the Author
Marie Dry loves travel and lived in Zambia, Morocco, and Spain and travelled to many more countries. She started to read romances since she was nine and was fairly young when she decided she would write the perfect story that had all the elements she looked for in a romance.
There are several wonderful moments in her life that she would never trade for anything. One of them is meeting President Nelson Mandela and the second being published.
https://www.mariedry.com