Chapter 10
Part 2
“Flower for your thought.” Kol didn’t respond. Kessa sat down in front of him.
“Daydreaming.” He finally answered. “Would you care if I asked you a personal question?”
“As always, my king, I reserve the right not to answer.” She grinned.
“You would deny your king?”
“You would make one of your subjects so uncomfortable that they would feel the need to deny you?”
Her eyes were twinkling like the stars in the night sky. “I think you are being mean to me.”
“I’m hurt, my king. You are the last person I would deny.” It was the way she said deny. She played with the word, even raised an eyebrow when she said it.
He smiled a sideways grin. “Are the Bejhar allow to be in relationships?”
“Of course.”
“Are you?”
She blushed, “no my king.”
“Why?”
“God hasn’t told me that I’m ready for a relationship. Or if he has, I don’t think I’m ready.”
“So you are dismissing God’s direction?”
“If he has told me that there is someone for me, I’m unaware of it.”
“I thought you and Max might be.” He shrugged.
“Max,” she blushed. “No, he’s more like a brother.”
“Thank you. That wasn’t too painful was it?”
She wiggled her nose, “I’ll never tell.”
“Kes, do you remember fighting the Zeede?”
“Not all of it. The last thing I remember was a shield hurling through the air toward your head. I pushed you out of the way.”
He held her face in his hands. “I know what you are going to say. But I need to say this anyway. You are going to tell me ‘all the glory belongs to God’ and I am not disagreeing. Thank you for being God’s instrument.” He lowered his hands to her shoulders, using his thumbs to caress her neck. He tried his best to look deep into her blue eyes. He couldn’t, instead he focused on his thumbs.
Kessa smiled a radiant smile. “God knows what he’s doing.” She was gone.
These tiny purple flowers weren’t done with him. He sat back down, hugging up his knees.
Why was he on his hands and knees in dirt? Mountain dirt. It was cool and damp. Pieces of leaves and small twigs stuck to his skin. His stomach cramped; had he been sick?
It was difficult for his eyes to focus. If an object wasn’t directly in front of him, it was blurry. After he saw it, he wished his vision had stayed blurry. There was a dirty hand with it’s fingers slightly curled sticking out of the ground. As he crawled toward it, panic filled his body. His knees slipped in the damp dirt. The strength of his hands gave way causing him to slide forward. Leaves fell in around him as he moved. With trembling hands, he uncovered Kessa’s face.
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