Chapter Fifty‑three
MARTHA APOLOGIZED FOR NOT WARNING HER THAT Dalden had listened in on her conversation with Jorran, that it was the only way he would allow her to be left alone with the man. Brittany wasn't too happy about that. They hadn't spoken since he'd punished her. She had wanted to enjoy some of his amends‑making before she officially forgave him, not have him hear secondhand that she still loved the heck out of him.
Not that it mattered, When she did finally see him again that day, he wasn't interested in talking. He marched her straight back to their room, where they spent the rest of the day and half of the next making sure neither of them were still suffering over that silly punishment.
She was beginning to wonder, though, if his dragging her off to places without a word of explanation was going to be a standard practice, because he did it again the next afternoon. He tossed a white cloak over her shoulders, took her hand, and pulled her behind him out of the castle, across most of the town, and through some of the park that fronted the edge of the mountain.
He stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and said nothing while she absorbed the incredible view before them. All of the verdant green valley that spread at the base of Mount Raik could be seen, woods and lakes beyond, and in the far distance, even a long range of other mountains which were a mere purple haze.
It took her breath away, all that beauty. And then Dalden said, "You will build our house here."
She swung around to stare at him incredulously. "I will?" she gasped.
"The design win be of your choice," he replied matter‑offactly, as if he weren't astounding the hell out of her. "You win keep in mind, however, that a warrior requires a good deal of space to keep from feeling confined."
She grinned at that point. "You're talking a big house, I take it?"
"Yes. "
"A really big house?"
"Yes."
She beamed ecstatically‑until she recalled that his country didn't have lumber mills. "I'm not sure I can work with the materials you have available here."
"Martha has assured me that she can obtain anything you require.
"It will take me a long time to build something of the size you're talking about," she pointed out next.
"You will have help. Kodos and his lifemate, Ruriko, would like to assist you. Corth II will be available, also. And I will rarely be far from your side, kerima. You are likely to have other volunteers as well, once the town sees what you are doing. Sha‑Ka‑Ra has stood here for centuries without change. Change is not required, but it is not discouraged, either, and there are many who regret that we have no knowledge of creating things. Kodos has shown that clearly in his desire to learn your craft."
"He actually agreed to let his lifemate work beside him, when your women have never known real jobs?"
Dalden gave her an aggrieved look. "To keep peace in his household, he was‑persuaded‑to agree. He made the mistake of telling her too much about your culture. She was greatly intrigued."
Brittany winced. "I'm not heading for trouble here, am I? I really don't want to go down in history as the instigator of the women's movement in Sha‑Ka'an. Not that you don't need a women's movement, but it's been pointed out to me that you need to figure these things out for yourselves, not have them forced down your throat by other species."
He cupped her face in his hands. "Do you intend to make trouble?"
"Well‑no."
"Then no trouble will occur."
"Yeah, sure," she mumbled.
He chuckled at her. "I am teasing you, chemar. I should tell you that I have come to a realization that has taken a burden from me. Long ago I made the decision to follow my father's ways completely, to ignore my mother's. It was a good decision at the time. It was not easy when I was young, to be so divided by such vastly different beliefs. But this left a hollowness in me, as if I were not whole. Finding you, knowing you, loving you, has shown me that‑"
She squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "You said it! You said you love mel"
He set her back from him, gave her a stern look. "Do not try my patience, woman. You know very well the depth of my feelings for you."
"Well, yes." She grinned, not the least bit intimidated by that look. "But it's still nice to hear it occasionally."
He rolled his eyes, but drew her back against him. "What I wanted to share with you was that I am no longer divided. Half of me is Kystrani, and I can embrace that half, which comes with full knowledge of other worlds, other beliefs, other ways‑including yours. Such things will no longer be ignored simply because they are unknown here."
"You're trying to tell me you've got me figured out?" she asked.
"I am telling you that you do not have to change completely just because you will live here now. I am telling you that your ways are understood, that such understanding will temper how you are dealt with. This does not mean you can ignore what you have thus far been taught of our ways. Until a warrior will not take for himself any woman he wants who is not obviously already claimed, you will obey our laws for your own protection."
"Yes, I will."
"Until our world is rid of beasts that can cause you harm, you will obey my orders."
"Yes, I will."
He frowned at her. "Why do you not argue with me?"
"Because this is Sha‑Ka'an. These rules work here. They wouldn't work anywhere else, but here they work just fine. Besides," she added with a grin, "after the gift you've given me today, you're in my good graces big‑time."
He kissed her deeply, then gently‑they were a long way from any privacy. "You may build hundreds of houses, whole towns, if it will make you happy."
"I was talking about your love," she replied in a softly purring tone.
That did it: he took her hand again and started dragging her off to find some of that missing privacy.
Brittany laughed to herself. He wasn't really barbaric, her lifemate. A warrior, yes. Adamant when it came to protecting her, yes. A bit domineering, but understanding, too. And gentle. And caring.
And how the hell did she get so lucky?
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