Waiting For You

I were a child, this would be naught but a silly game, one that would end in scraped knees and

ai

t this

Father's hall, I knew there would be no escaping. I was just turned sixteen, old enough to k

pered, his voice carrying ever so softly on the c

the unswept stones beside me and I pressed myself against the chill wall at my back,

mised, r

on, its terrifying promise, engulfed my trembling

, my legs curled beneath me as I watched dampening flames flicker out of existence, and him, whittling aw

asked, my curiosity drawing

ded smile that showed off t

esent, lit

ast the tilt of his tanned hand and the conf

th chest and shoulder. I shook the disturbing thought from my mind and

ow

ed an e

eas

deciding whether or not to give into me as he usually did. He sighed,

r time,

him. “Don’t make me wrestle y

tant later, straitening my skirts in an effort to hide my fury that he’d outgro

ies to wrestle. Besides, that was years

a curve on her. Budding ones maybe, but nothing even close to womanly, not yet at least. And I had neither the ti

ady, I

n right Caitlyn,” He said,

he thick lump of surprise that seeme

, heading for the door. “I should go. Fynn w

lenting with his black and white ideals, but as far as caring about Raff

ut it made him reach into his pocket and pull out his little treasure. I went to him, burying my small hesitation beneath a rush of

ng then meeting again, like lovers and their coming together and parting of passionate em

e was small, ba

for

sures over the years, most of which I'd kept in

ng with Fynn tomor

I could make sense of this, of him. He released my hand with a sigh then brushed

tlyn. I

d. “I’m your sister Raff! What y

r father’s horses or tends his cattle.” He hadn’t raised his voice, he’d never d

Fynn ever found out about this, about what his best friend and for all intents and p

w up together. You and Fy

am not your brother. That I have a man’s

o afraid to uncurl my fingers and loo

reath on my skin. It sent my heart into a thundering fit, one

t I wouldn’t give to reach out and touch his face just now, to feel what it would be like

intense, almost frightening with the depth of longing they showed as he leant forward and kissed me. It was

as mine as he pressed his rough cheek to my foreh

ain. If you feel nothing for me other than you do

relinquished his hold, his lingering gaze revealing how much it pai

stone at my back. The sound of his footsteps had stilled and there was nowhere else for me to go. No escape,

dress. I could hear their whispers now, those of our guests and newly returned men, wondering why I had changed from a more than appropriate gown whilst barely half way through

ce but to face him. No choice but to hope that someone strolled out here by

or him, the entire time he'd been gone. His ring, hanging from the soft leather cord beneath my dress was testamen

ly for the sake of his daughters heart, no matter how much he loved me. It just didn’t make sense in the