Amiria's sudden protectiveness over a child made him feel a sense of pride for his new bride. Loyalty was a rarity, and somthing he truly valued. He felt she would be an excellent mother to his own children in time.
He stared at her face quietly for what felt like a century, as if he was trying to memorize her every her every feature.
She had such delicate cheekbones that complemented her big almond shaped eyes, long silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of star-light, and a perfect eye-catching hourglass figure.
He couldn't help but feel pleased to look at such a beauty. The Gods must of made this masterpiece with his tastes in mind. She was the embodiment of the perfect woman.
Why else would the gods send her to wake him up if they didnt intend for her to be a gift just for him? They did lock him away, it's only fair they reimburse him for all the trouble they brought.
"I do love a feisty Wife, but playing in here might be a bad idea. If I'm awake, then my pursuers will be coming here first to find me. Frankly, I dont feel like going back just yet." His tone was too nonchalant for such a serious statement.
Pursuers? Damit!! Why didnt she think of that before now? If she wants to survive then she needs to always be ateast five steps ahead at all times. This psycho had to be throwing her off her game all afternoon!
"Why were you locked up here in the first place? Who will be coming after you?" One of her delicate brows shot up questioningly, and she crossed her arms definently across her chest. She wasn't going to let him move another step without answering her properly this time.
The man's body slightly shifted, and his expression looked as carefree as if this was nothing more then an innocent game of tag.
"Nobody important. Just some fleas that have nothing better to do."
She was frustrated with his half-answers tonthe point she wanted to break his jaw do he could spew shut stupidity again. It took all her will-power to keep her composure.
Fine then. There was no real need to pressure him to say more. If she did not know who the enemy was, then she would just have to account for every possiblity there was and plan her strategy on accordingly. No big deal.
Being caught in someone else's problems wasn't something she was interested in, but somthing told her this mad man wasn't going to let her leave him here alone. Her physical strength was no where near his own, if he wanted to cling to her then she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing so.
Besides, she was the one who unsealed him in the first place. Even if they did part ways the chances of the pursuers coming after her anyway were extremely high. If someone as strong as this man was on her side, then he would feel inclined to protect her and her followers. Right?
Bringing him with her was the most rational path of action for her to take. It was better then dying before even knowing what killed her.
"What ever. Keep your secrets then, Tomb Rat. I don't care for disloyal companions, so as long as you swear your loyalty to me, then I suppose I can take you with me. But know this; those who go against me or those who follow me, will live a life worse then death."
Her tone was stern, and her eyes willful. Even if she was courting death to do so, she would find a way to kill this man if he turned out to be a traitor. She was taking a risk to allow him to travel with her and Mikel, but coming here didn't feel like it was an accident. If fate brought her here for a purpose, then it was her responsibility to figure it out. Nothing risked, then there will be nothing gained.
The man liked the way she talked. Confident, wise, and with an air of royal pride that suggested she wasnt just an ordinary human girl. He had the feeling this girl must have quite the back story to her. Most girls from a royal family would be docile, and weak. But this woman was strong, and her intelligence above average.
What a fine woman to be his wife.
"As your husband, it's only natural I would swear my loyalty to you. What is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours. I will not betray you or your people."
He reached his hand down to grabbed a strand of her long and wild silver hair. He brought it to his lips affectionately, as if that kiss alone made his words solidified. To him, this was a swear between lovers.
Her face grew increasingly red, and her heart began to beat like a steady drum. She quickly took another few steps back to give her self some much needed distance.
Her words came out warily, and she had to awkwardly cough to clear her throat to talk properly.
"Very good. Let's leave then. Someone is waiting for me outside, and I'm afraid if she chants the Magician's Code any longer his brain will melt."