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hall where men gathered to plan battles and as more land became won grew to what it is now,” he added.
    “ And held true by a line of strong kings,” Seda humbly said.
    Her words striking him deep, he looked at her . “Who was your father?”
    “ He served as one of the council to our king.”
    “ He has given you his mind,” King Rone gave her a slight praise.
    “ Then I worry,” she added, “Our king’s head sat on pole when the council unwisely agreed to fight before we were defeated and marched away.”
    Her comment made him burst into laughter, not behind their defeat, but from the boldness of her words. “Draw nearer to me.”
    Seda moved closer, keeping her head low, and kneeled right at h is knees.
    “ How long have been in my land?”
    “ The full seasons have gone just past six.”
    “ What was your when you were brought here?”
    “ Twelve springs.”
    Gently, he placed his strong hand upon her head; then put it under her chin.
    “Twice you boldly looked upon my face,” his voice strong like that of how he speaks in the gathering hall, “Look upon it now.”
    Slowly, she raised her head. The firelight gleaming in his green eyes, she took his hand and kissed it.
    “Do any in my kingdom suit you?” he asked, as his voice changed from strong to deep.
    “ Yes, my lord,” she answered, “There is one…”
    “ Reveal his name,” he said suppressing again his tinge of jealousy, but knew he would seek him out once he knew who he was. 
    “ I cannot,” she said honestly, “My boldness could be the death of me.”
    “ His name,” the king ordered,
    “ Rone Ev Worrlgen. The King of Worrlgen.”
    Not expec ting his name to be the one revealed, he looked at her suspiciously while his mind pondered what plan she had devised to win his graces.
    His years of occasionally indulging himself with young bellers now boring to him, he had settled into complacent old age, yet at times secretly he longed for genuine companionship.
    “Is it your desire to bed a king and hope to become queen?” he questioned suspiciously, “Or bed the king to become with child and assure a fate.”
    “ As with any woman with mind for reason, my desire should be for the king to desire me,” she answered, “Yet if he has no desire for me; then to pleasure him well as is my place.”
    “ And if I have no want for you and send you away, never to call for you again, what would you do?”
    “ Desire the king.”
    “ And if I were not king?”
    “ Whether the gold and bronze rings are resting on your head or not, you are the man I desire.”
    “ You speak as if this feeling has been inside you for awhile.”
    “ For as long as I have served your united men in the gathering hall and watched you at the table’s head before them; it has been inside me.” 
    “ Why?” he asked.
    “ As I watched you and heard your words, always my father came to mind.”
    “ You desire a man like your father?” he asked, feeling that was an honor.
    “ Next to you, my king, there is no love I feel greater.”
    Slowly, his hand still under her chin, he made her rise; then stood himself.
    Tall like his sons. He looked down into her long brown hair, then when she looked up at him, into her doe eyes.
    Without speaking, he lifted her as if she were a feather; then carried her from his outer chamber into his bedchamber.
    Gentle, where the strong hands that carried her and removed her beller’s silk gown, and no words between the two, she softly panted as he touched her fearing she was dreaming, yet the desire for him burning deep within made her certain she was not.  
    His soft bed furs upon her back, she arched when his larg e hand gently touched and followed the roundness of her breasts.
    “ Desire,” he whispered, as his mind recalled her words, “It is desire.”
    Patiently, she waited when he stood to remove his long linen sleep gown, and his chest bare, his healed wounds brought immediately to mind one word – warrior.
    She