6. Truth

Alexielle sighed and leaned back in her seat. “His name is Raziel. He’s my…” She chose her words carefully. Daidh was well aware of how the craft worked. “Instructor. That’s all.”

Daidh served them both wine and sat beside her. “Instructor? What do you need an instructor for?”

“Stuff?”

Daidh stared at her and gulped down his wine. “I don’t believe you.” The door was knocked and he rose to get it. He smiled at the elf behind the door and he wheeled in dinner. Daidh had rented a room for the evening and Alexielle was unaware until he walked her up the stairs. She didn’t protest and trusted him well enough to know that his intentions were friendly. However, she was not aware of what information he wanted.

5. Training

The blow to her head was enough to darken everything around her for a moment before she opened her eyes and looked around her. Alexielle noticed she was at home, surrounded by familiar things. Her hands wrapped around her, rubbing her arms and she shivered slightly, goose pimples rising on her smooth surface. She exhaled and realized it had all been a dream; it was a nightmare in which she was the weaker link and failing miserably. She smoothed out her dress and felt a bump at her belly. 

She was with child? But, that was impossible.