7. Chapter Seven
When I woke up the next morning I looked in the full size mirror in the closet, and every inch of my skin except for my face was black and blue. When Sylvia walked in she gasped. I turned to her, and walked over to her.
"Can you go see, if Lord Marshal has a set of armor for me to wear please," I ask her politely.
"Of course your Highness," I sighed, this was going to be a disaster, I thought as she walked away. When the door shut, I hopped in the shower, washing the dirt and grime out of my long black hair. I tried to wash my mark away, it appeared a day before I left. It and my stupid arranged marriage were two reasons why I left. It just suddenly appeared, after a woman in my dreams told me that I would meet a man with the same mark, that we together would be happy for a change. The mark wouldn't come off, I sighed I got out of the shower and dried off. I stepped out of the bathroom and my armor was on the bed. I walked to the bed and put it on, it is light compared to Kelcon. As I finished braiding my hair and tying it up in a bun. I get a knock on my door, I secretly hoped that it would be Riddick. I opened the door and smiled; there he was, smiling back at me. His jaw dropped a little when he saw me in armor.
"When your maid asked me if we had armor in your size I thought she was kidding, I see that she wasn't," I think I am the only one he has ever smiled that big for, except his kills.
"Well I prefer armor over the fancy dresses," I explained. I started to walk off into the hallway, and I heard something that was off... a strangled gasp. I turned and I saw Riddick staring at my shoulder, at the glowing hand print that was my mark. I ignored it, until he said the one word I was raised to hate.
"Welcome home Furyan," he whispered, right before he quickly kissed me.