TWENTY THREE

RALIA

The ride to the temple was a slow and quiet one. I kept looking through the window all through the ride avoiding to look at his face at all cost.

All the thoughts that occupied my mind was how to leave the house and locate that swordsmith.

A few weeks had passed and he didn't seem to be getting any nicer to me, rather he was turning even more evil. And I didn't seem to be coming close to finding any solution either.

He had casually come into my room last night to tell me that we would be going to the temple the next day at dusk. He had said I was going to get some things done for him.

I couldn't refuse, after all I was his to beging with.

After that he had kissed me. We made love but this time around he was not so violent and rough with me, like he had been used to lately.

Finally I felt the cart stop in front of the temple, I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice when we arrived.

I came down gently, then we walked over to my side handing me the book together with a shiny