Almost Lovely, Defiant Bride

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The Sorcerer held the vial up to the candle, satisfied with how much essence had been drawn from the crude peasant blouse. 

He’d kept it for years before boiling it down. 

Glimpsing at the cauldron, he was satisfied that not even a shred of the garment remained. He had extracted every last drop. 

The Sorcerer swirled the liquid, admiring its hue. Even after several years, the essence of that young man still retained the dark red of virility.  

He knew she would come. 

Yet the sound of her first step gratified. Her gait whispered down the spiraling tunnel. 

The Sorcerer didn’t move, relishing a mounting excitement he hadn’t known in a long time, waiting for the daughter of the village Patron to appear in his Caverns.

She was almost lovely, a bride presenting herself on her wedding night. 

The gown she wore was simple. Pure white muslin with a plunging heart-shaped neckline, the bodice hugging her torso and hips, skirts swelling to her ankles, sleeves flaring from elbow to wrist. 

Her golden hair was braided into a long rope falling to her waist. 

Her only jewelry was the crystal stargaze hung from a silver chain resting above the modest swell of her breasts. 

She stood before him with her shoulders back and head high. Her demeanor was proud, giving the Sorcerer pause before he greeted her.

“I see you didn’t take long to decide.”

“I will accept your offer,” she said.  “But you must agree to one request.”

“Go on.” 

“Before I lay with you, I want you to take my heart.”

The Sorcerer didn’t answer right away.

He stroked his beard peering at her hands; the traitor of nerves. He looked for clenched fists or twitching fingers, and saw her palms lying at her sides, naturally draped in the folds of her skirts. 

“That’s not the way I do things,” he said. “I always take the heart after-”

“Then I will lay with you until I learn every secret you could possibly teach me,” she said, waiting two beats before concluding. 

“And I am sure I will pleasure you greatly.”

This he hadn’t expected. 

The promise made the blood rush in his veins with a quickening he hadn’t had in too long to remember. 

But there was no mistaking her defiance. 

The Sorcerer looked into her eyes, noticing for the first time how blue and clear they were. Their depths were pure ice as she gazed at him, waiting for his answer with a touch of disdain. 

The girl no longer had the despair that sent her to the river, ready to toss her life away.    

The Sorcerer hesitated, uneasy with the sudden change in her. 

Then an image of the girl riding a stallion burst into his mind. 

Legs gripping flanks, her figure formed with the soft curves of a woman and the hard muscles of a peasant. 

She had a sinewy grace unique to a woman, especially when she rode, her body moving in harmony with the beast. 

Years would pass before she learned everything he knew. 

She would belong to him.

“I think we’ve come to an understanding,” he said, holding out his hand.

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The girl stared into the long white palm of the Sorcerer, bony fingers reaching for her. 

The clutch inside her chest was excruciating. 

An impulse came over her urging her to run up the spiral before the Sorcerer could lock her in the Caverns, and she nearly gave in to the call of fear. 

Then the scent of lilies wafted in her nostrils, the melodious voice of her mother singing in her mind.

“I will be with you always.”

And the girl knew her heart was safe as she placed her hand in his. 

The Sorcerer reached inside the neck of his robes and pulled out his own stargaze. But the only colors were blue and white once the candles’ flame touched the crystal facets. 

The essence swirled around her, making the girl shiver. She tried to pull her hand back, but the Sorcerer kept his hold on her.

“Push out your breath,” he said.

She had no choice. 

The air was drawn out of her when the Sorcerer inhaled long and deep, and he didn’t stop until she was drained.

Otherwise the girl felt nothing when she gave up her heart.

Only the emptiness remained inside her once it was gone, along with a gnawing similar to the one that consumed her when she’d feasted with the Sorcerer two days before. 

She blinked and her hand dropped to her side. 

When she looked again, her heart rested in the hand of the Sorcerer, motionless and silent. 

For once, the girl found the lifelessness of her heart reassuring.