Balgair looked down into Heather’s eyes. “Are you sure that you’re ready?”
The young woman gulped as she fell into his eyes. “Aye, Maighstir, I am ready.” Am I ready?, I guess. Now that the moment approached to go outside in broad daylight, she was nervous. Each of the townspeople had seen her at her worst, both when she had money and when she didn’t. She was afraid of how they would treat her. Oh, I can’t let them treat him like they treat me.
Balgair watched the expressions play across her face, from happiness to sadness, to fear, and finally resignation. He watched as her face fell, and she started weeping again. This won’t do, but how can I help her? Granted, he had gone through this with his second bond, but she’d bounded back quicker than most people.
He wasn’t surprised when he felt Ananke’s feather-light touch behind him and her love surrounding him. Do what you do best, my servant. Love her, protect her, cherish her. He heard his goddess say.
The feather-light tou…
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