This is Part 8 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.
I had fallen in love with Arastia from the moment I laid eyes upon her. It had been my downfall. Everything that came after could trace its roots back to that beginning. Even now I still loved her, though my love was more cautious than before; I was no longer blinded by it. However, I was bound to it. To her.
‘It’s too early to reveal all to you, Lyr, but I need you. I always need you.’
I sighed at the lies. ‘I don’t deal in death, Arastia.’
‘Perhaps not before, but you will this time, my love.’ She smiled softly.
‘Will I? Why?’
‘Because I ask it of you,’ she whispered. We were speaking of murder, yet she was the perfect picture of serenity.
‘Until then, I cannot permit you to leave me.’ She flicked her wrist and cast a spell. That was all it took to make this hateful island my new prison and my wife, my gaoler.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #8 – I’m starting the year still exceeding the word limit, but at least with this instalment it’s only by 11 words