Making fire
Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone.
I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods.
The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was.
But now I’m married.
To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered.
But there is something about him.
The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step.
I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was.
I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself.
He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him.
No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed.
The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I.
Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’.
I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony.
If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home.
I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife.
Yes.
I’m the third wife of this man I call husband.
But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan.
She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes.
Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother.
Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom.
She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving.
And that was me.
If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight.
It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted.
Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed.
I did not want to be turned.
I was human.
If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire.
The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife.
She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court.
Some human but some halflings like Sheri.
I did not want to kill.
I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being.
I did not want to live in this manner.
I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon.
Here I stand, outside her door.
I had been standing here for about 10 minutes.
I needed every help I could to escape my marriage.
Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago.
“Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked.
“Entrer”
She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood.
I might have a chance of gaining her help after all.
One look my way and her mood was already changing.
“YOU!”
—maybe not………….
