Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I was made for him.
I will be with him regardless. Always. We cannot be separated. This magic is impossible to break.
Whether it was the moon or simply fate itself, I was destined for Ryker. And he was destined for me.
With a deep breath in and a slow breath out, I release all those worries and thoughts to the moon. The moon might not be as visible, but she is still there in the sky. She is always there to hold the burdens I cannot carry alone.
Spurred by my need to find him, I throw over the covers and I get out of bed. I imagine he’s only gone for a quick run. I go to my bathing room and wash quickly, letting the water trickle down over my skin, treating myself gently. Reminding myself that I can survive anything and with this new love, so much more awaits.
As I wash the most tender parts of myself I blush. I’ve never given myself to a man before. I’ve heard of the pleasures, but I could have never know it would be so all-consuming and divine. I do wonder if being fated made it more intense or whether it’s always like that.
My desire for Ryker hasn’t waned at all. My clit is still sensitive although all of the rest of me is sore. I shiver as I pull a clean dress over my head, my skin even more sensitive to the fabric. It’s been kissed and sucked and bitten now and carefully marked by my mate. My fingers drift to my neck finding a faint mark in the mirror. Only a slightly silver scar remains.
I love it.
I’m already at peace with that change. I do not see how it could be any other way. It’s like being at peace with having a heart, or a soul. It is simply part of me.
I’m even at peace with this small interval of solitude while Ryker is outside. I know how to spend time alone. It’s not at all the same as being alone for all these years, with only the letters with pleas for help and only the creatures of the forest for company. This is a solitude that knows it will soon be broken. That my mate is nearby and will return.
And that speaks to me to the depths of my soul. Selecting a simple crimson silk dress that falls down to the floor, I speak my intent for the day: Passion and love will guide me today and I will trust in it. So mote it be.
Those little bits of magic, simple statements of what you wish even in mundane acts like getting dressed or washing your face, that little bit of magic is so very powerful and should not be overlooked. I do them as often as I can and from now on they will include thoughts of Ryker.
My steps are sure as I select a candle from my shelf. Not the candle I burned for my spell, of course, because that one has nothing more to give. Perhaps the spell went as wild as it did because I was trying to give the prince and princess something I wanted desperately for myself but believed I would never have.
Somehow, my powers turned those words into Ryker. The spell did not create him, but it did create the situation that allowed us to discover one another. For fate to finally bring us together as we were meant to be.
So…was it a mistake that led to a violent storm and trapped him here, or something else? I wished for no harm to come if I didn’t attend to the wedding. If he wasn’t trapped here, Ryker may have never found me. Unless we’d both attended the wedding. What could have been is not mine to see, but I am grateful for what I have been given, including spells gone awry.
Is it ever a mistake if all a witch is doing is guiding herself onto fate’s path?
I cannot say.
I bring the candle to my worktable and sit down with it.
I close my eyes, reach for the comfort of the moon, and focus on a spell of truth. Not a spell of prophecy. Not a spell of comfort. Not a spell that will tell me what I want to hear.
A spell that will tell me what is and what will be.
I etch the words into the candle, murmuring them softly and holding myself and Ryker in my mind. I’m careful not to place us anywhere in particular. I do not want to influence the spell in that way. It’s just the two of us, the background indistinct. The only important aspect is him, not where.
It’s difficult, I will admit, not to influence the spell, but I remain strong, to manifest what I desire rather than to pray for our highest selves to be shown.