PROLOGUE
It was an intense act of love that resembled a beast falling on its prey .
Alde quieted her breathing as she slowly lifted the heavy drapes of the tent . The shadows of a man and woman cast by the candlelight were captivating .
Alde knew well the body of her mistress, whom she had served for a year .
And yet, it appeared to her that the Knight of Blaze knew her mistress’s body even more . His large, coarse hands caressed her body in earnest . Whenever her mistress let out a surprised gasp of pleasure, his touch would grow aggressive, grasping as if in a rush, petting, licking, pushing her mistress further and further to new heights .
She would whimper . Implore to the Knight of Blaze that she could not take any more, but all it did was pour oil over the flames of the knight’s passion . Her long black hair would entangle around his arms, his body covered hers as if to protect her from something .
AdvertisementThis act of love continued, the long candle grew shorter and yet it did not end . Alde finally grew tired or peeping and let down the drapes .
She brushed off the straw from her skirt and stood up on shaky feet, squinting at the darkness around her .
The campsite that had unfolded here in the forest was composed of a number of quiet tents .
There was one man on watch, sitting by the fire, but it seemed that everyone else was asleep .
A crescent moon hung high in the sky . It was a quiet night .
But perhaps, within more than a few of the tents, similar deeds of secrecy as she had just witnessed, were being carried out . Imagining such a thing, the young Alde gulped .
It was a beastly act of courtship, some might even say barbaric .
But to Alde’s eyes, there was something almost mystically beautiful in seeing the bodies of the man and woman together .
Her mistress’ thin, delicate body in the arms of that sunburnt, stalwart knight’s arms . It was an image that would not leave her mind .
The Knight of Blaze had called her mistress’ name over and over again .
As if saying it would somehow prolong her stay . He seemed to believe such a thing .
Perhaps that was what prayer really was .
Everyone had believed that the Knight of Blaze would never love a woman . He, the proud, independent and powerful knight . A high-born soul that no one could ever touch . And so it was, that the only woman who could take his heart happened to be someone not of this world .
“Chizuru . ”
The knight had repeated that name .
No one knew where it was from, it was an odd name that suggested a far away land . Now that the world had been saved, it was her mistress’ destiny to return to her own world .
The knight who had saved the world was now writhing in the attempt to save his own soul .
And so he called her name .
“Don’t go anywhere . Stay, don’t leave my side . I’ll cherish you, I’ll love you like no woman in this world has ever been loved . ”
And so his prayer continued .
“Chizuru, Chizuru, Chizuru…:”
Chapter end
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