It was a couple of hours before Rebecca woke up again. When she did, she saw Samuel sitting nearby, his heads in his hands. He was in the process of blaming himself for anything that might happen to her.
“I’m awake, you know.”
Samuel jumped and immediately hugged her. “You’re awake!!” he said. She returned his hug awkwardly.
“Yes, I am,” she said, glad that he couldn’t see her blush. “Who healed me?”
“A Unicorn.”
“Oh, that.” Rebecca pulled back once she felt her skin cool off. “Did I faint?”
“Yeah,” Samuel said. “Alex just stared at you for a few minutes after that.”
“Good for her,” Rebecca replied.
“Gee, you’re testy this morning.”
“Oh shut up,” Rebecca replied. “You didn’t get attacked by a Glodistia Beast and then hit by your own full-power fireball.”
“True, but I did kill that monster.”
Rebecca looked at him, and then down at herself. Alex must have undressed her, because she was only wearing her undergarments. “Get out!!” she said. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean I want to be your lover…yet.”
Samuel blinked and stood there before she teleported him outside. “You love me?”
“YES! Now leave me alone so that I can get dressed!”
*-*-*-*-*-*
Alex chuckled when Samuel just appeared outside of Rebecca’s tent. “She is awake?”
“How did you guess?”
Alex smiled. “You being teleported out of the tent was a good indication.”
Samuel glared at her and simply waited outside of the tent.
*-*-*-*-*
“I don’t
believe I just admitted that I love him,” Rebecca
thought as she laced her tunic together. “But I couldn’t lie to him… And he’s
so, so handsome…”
She pulled her brown breeches on and put her boots back on before strapping her sword to her back again. She exited her tent and came face-to-face with Samuel. She turned slightly red and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm gently.
“Becca…”
She closed her eyes, swallowed past the lump that had just formed in her throat, opened her eyes again and turned to look at him.
She just stood there looking into his eyes, suddenly realising that she wanted him to be the father of her children. “Gods he’s handsome,” she thought. “He’d be the perfect father for our daughter…”
She had always wanted a daughter – somebody to teach the spells that she had learned over the past two years. Somebody to be proud of, somebody that could rule after she…after she was dead. Rebecca had thought about it; death, the eternal sleep. “No, stop thinking about that. You’re only eighteen…” She suddenly realised that she was still staring into Samuel’s deep, sea-blue eyes. She turned away quickly, but Samuel cupped her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him, and lowered his mouth onto hers in a passionate kiss.