<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/40f7ab7f-f775-4e63-b190-0f10ab305f7c_zps02659961.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Yes, we may be breaking the law sitting here, m'lady, but rules are made to be broken."</span><br/><br/>Oh, how the man was right and wrong in all so many ways. A woman of the kingdom, she would have to disagree with him. Yet, right now, she didn't have to be a woman a part of the kingdom. She didn't have to be woven in with the castle in anyway. She could be a simple maid of the castle, and it wouldn't matter. The man in front of her wouldn't know. He was a traveler. He could escape and become anyone he wanted to. She had to lie to visitors instead of coming to them...She always had to be Cadelle O'Connell, daughter of the Lord of the castle. A smile was on her face as she couldn't help but smile, listening to him, watching him be so passionate about his men and his home.<br/><br/>As she sat there on the blanket, she was happy to be there. She was delighted to be the one who he told his stories too. She wasn't distracted, but lost in his words. He spoke of countries, magic, and technology (blasphemy!)...a different world. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced around them. His words had her wrapped around his fingers. Just hearing of the different things that was in his world, she was even more excited to sit there on the blanket with the total stranger. Her heart was racing so fast at the words spoken, at the wonders he had seen and heard about. Never, but from a traveler, would she have been able to come up with this. People in the castle would laugh at Cade for her silly thoughts, and no one would listen to her stories. She had none of excitement. No extravagent princes, or midnight runs around the forest, meeting different creatures of the night. No...They wouldn't hear of it. She would be locked in her room for long hours...Her eyes blinked and she was suddenly back in the place with the man. She hadn't missed a single thing, he had headed over to pick up some flowers and berries. Every move that he made, every word that he spoke, she was  under a spell of just awe. He was mysterious and charming, but she didn't know what to think about him. A crazy man, for sure.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Traditions, magic, different worlds, you say?</span>She said softly.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"People in the castle do not speak of magic. They call it blasphemy underneath the religious speaker's orders. Even the king follows those said by him."</span>Her eyes met him. She was intrigued with love, and the moment that he had spoke about it, her little heart perked up even more in it's fast race to no end.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"We call those fools for love...It usually harms more than good."</span>She said practically reciting words from her mother.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"It's all arranged. It's a myth here."</span>She said, keeping her gaze steady with him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I can see why you are so worried. A land so far away from home, it is no wonder that you are going to the ends of the earth just to get back home."</span>She smiled at him, a soft blush coming to her cheeks for a moment before she glanced downward.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"You are brave, sir. To travel the lengths of the dangerous waters, to see what lies beyond the horizon, but, even with all that courage, what you are desiring is something you are not prepared for. Even a man of science does not want to even touch the magic that lies in this forest...It is not good magic. It is of the darkest origins, but with the mirage of a good life, of good fortune, of nothing but lies."</span><br/><br/>She knew the flowers and berries from the many books she had read in secrecy, but she was in awe of the man who knew so much. It was normal for a man to know way more than women, but she still, she still felt as if it was coming in so many fabulous colors that she couldn't just pay attention to one part of it. The moment that he touched her skin, she felt the emotion run over her. She felt the worry and longing for home...every feeling that he had been feeling in that moment. She stuttered for a moment as she got flashes of different emotions running over her, but it was stronger coming from him. Her own was getting mixed up and she wasn't sure how to handle the reaction. Immediately, she pulled her hands away from his, taking the flowers and holding the berries within her hand. Red flashed in her face as she tried to regain her thoughts and settle her beating heart as she held the flowers.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Honeysuckle flowers, and berries?</span>She said with stuttered curiosity. She didn't like touching people. She paused, watching him carefully. Heeding his warning, she glanced down at the berries, parting them with her fingers by color that she could see slightly by the moon's light. She took in a deep breath as she was still trying to keep herself together by the time that she glanced up at him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I am in awe of your knowledge, sir."</span><br/><br/>It was then that her main question had begun and he spoke of his name. It fit him nicely. She smiled at him, having seen the hesitation before he had spoken it. From there, she was smiling on until he spoke of the man who was in Misthaven. She immediately dropped the berries and flowers on the blanket, moving from her seated position, practically moving to cover his mouth. She shook her head quickly and looked around them.<span style="color: #00BFFF"> "You do not speak of his name! You never say his name..."</span>She glanced around them. Just at the name, the forest had gotten quieter than before. She bit her lip for a moment as she glanced around them. She pressed her hands to her face, covering her eyes for a moment until she pulled them away, feeling a little alert.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I don't feel as safe anymore."</span>She said honestly, glancing around them.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I think we should move, now."</span>She said, gathering her skirts and wits and started to get up from their little blissful moment.