The Prince’s Boy: 61

61: Kenet

What was that unfamiliar rushing sound? I could not name it, but it came and went, even as the familiar sensation of Roichal’s hand stroking me told me all was well.

Or was it? I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, swearing and then pulling me close, crushing me to him. Then he let me go, and I collapsed back onto the blanket.

We were no longer in the cave where we had sheltered. A damp wind touched my face and I could see in the sunset glow that I was lying in a shelter the looked for all the world like someone had built only half of a house, leaving one side completely open. I sat up partway and could see the beach sloping gently away from us, toward the water. The rushing sound was the waves, I realized, as I watched them roll, one after another, up the sand. No one had ever told me the sea would make a sound. A particularly large wave came then and it sounded like thunder.

“Where is Kinsall?” I asked.

“He is safe,” Roichal said, as he knelt beside me. “Do you remember nothing of today?”

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The Prince’s Boy: 61

61: Kenet

What was that unfamiliar rushing sound? I could not name it, but it came and went, even as the familiar sensation of Roichal’s hand stroking me told me all was well.

Or was it? I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, swearing and then pulling me close, crushing me to him. Then he let me go, and I collapsed back onto the blanket.

We were no longer in the cave where we had sheltered. A damp wind touched my face and I could see in the sunset glow that I was lying in a shelter the looked for all the world like someone had built only half of a house, leaving one side completely open. I sat up partway and could see the beach sloping gently away from us, toward the water. The rushing sound was the waves, I realized, as I watched them roll, one after another, up the sand. No one had ever told me the sea would make a sound. A particularly large wave came then and it sounded like thunder.

“Where is Kinsall?” I asked.

“He is safe,” Roichal said, as he knelt beside me. “Do you remember nothing of today?”

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.