Demeus walked the length of the small man-made creek the fishermen used for their water source. Up until today he never had a reason to linger at that creek deep in thought but tonight he did have a reason and that reason was in form of a redheaded, hot-blooded woman that made the blood in his vein run hot.
He sat at the bank of the creek with his back towards the village. Everyone was asleep by now and only the sound of the nocturnal insects pierced the night. Usually, he would make a quiet exit during the night whenever he was done assisting the fishermen but this night he didn’t want to leave. What was it about the free-spirited, fire-spitting Helena that made him feel like a young randy god again? For years he vowed never to be affected by any woman again since the one woman he loved gave herself to another god just before their wedding feast. That woman was the goddess of the waters, Oya, known for her full figure, beautiful smooth skin, and tall elegance. He had loved her very much but now he hated her so much it was a wonder he hadn’t killed her yet. Ever since her betrayal, he vowed never to open his heart again because he couldn’t bear the embarrassment of rejection again. And for years since he made his how he lived a life of celibacy, women barely tempted him and he was happy with that. So who was this woman who tempted him so?
The image of her and her blue eyes flashing with fire when she countered his attempt to rescue her from Banjo came to his mind again and with it came the look of gratitude when he laid the damp cloth over her head. She was grateful but the stubborn wench was still tempted to make a big deal of it.
He smiled as he thought about how she had snapped her mouth shut when he gently reprimanded her. She was a temptress, one he needed to get away from as fast as possible. But didn’t he already promise to help her see more of Eyrotia? The thought of spending more time with her made his blood run fast and hot in his veins. With a deep sigh that came out as a groan Demeus leaned forward to stare at his reflection in the clear water, his white eyes stared back at him. Running a hand over his bald head he transformed back to his god form. His pure white braided hair fell in a long curl into the water causing a wave on the surface. It still amazed him how humans barely questioned his white eyes, it was the one thing he couldn’t change when he transformed into a human and he was grateful no one questioned it. What if Helena did?
Well, he would have to figure out an answer for her if she did.
Helena woke up sore. Her bones ached and her feet were very sore. She groaned as she sat upon the wooden bed, the bed was definitely made for a man. There was nothing on it to soften the wood that dug into her flesh. She swung her leg over the edge and opened her eyes. Her mouth dropped at the amount of light that streamed in through the window.
How had she slept so long? She was far away from home! Had anyone looked for her at Mount Kpamos and found that she was missing? Her heart flew to her throat as she thought of Robos. What if he was looking for her?
As fast as she could she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was just running out the door when she came in contact with solid muscle. Stumbling back she caught herself before she fell and looked up to see Demeus.
“Ramus!” she exclaimed.
Demeus reached to keep her from falling but quickly retracted his hand. She looked disturbed.
“Morning, Helena…well you slept late into the afternoon. Were you really that tired?”
She did not crack a smile, and nor did she shoot him one of her fiery glares. Instead, she shuffled her feet as though impatient.
“I need to go back home,” she said. “I am sorry, I should never have stayed long and inconvenienced you as I have. I had no intention to do so,” she paused and looked up at him and he could swear he saw the worry in her eyes.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” she said quickly, too quickly. “Everything is fine. I just need to go back to my father, he may be worried about me.”
A surprising surge of sadness threatened to make him beg her to stay. He had planned on showing her as much of Eyrotia as he could, but not just that, he wanted to spend some time with her, to see if she really was all fire and storm or if there was a soft side to her. He wanted to know her better but as the look of worry turned to desperation he knew he had to let her go.
“I will show you the way then,” he said finally.
Gratitude made her face glow making her look even more beautiful and serene.
“You don’t have to bother yourself with following me, I can find my way back to Jamark.”
He wanted to argue but soon shrugged it off. No matter what he felt she was a stranger who had come crashing into his life like a whirlwind, he probably wouldn’t see her again so why torture himself? With an inward sigh, he forced himself to nod then stepped back.
“But you should let me pack some food for you.” Before she could say anything he went out and hurried in the direction of what seemed to be a store. Warmth suffused Helena at his kindness. Why was he so kind to her? She was independent but her life with Robos made her realize how much she hungered for affection, Robos couldn’t offer that affection but this stranger was doing things that made her want to feel…wanted? She shook her head. No wanted wasn’t the word, it was something more and she didn’t dare dwell on what that something more was.
Contrary to what Helena thought, the fishermen and their families were still in bed. There was nothing else to do since the salt picking was done, all that was left was to gather their things and head back to the main kingdom. As Demeus tied the sack which held the food he packed for Helena he pondered on what that would mean for him. It would mean going back to the realm of the gods of taking the form of a blacksmith or farmer.
Closing the door of the store he headed back to the room where Helena sat and handed the sack to her.
“Stay safe, Helena,” he said gruffly trying to keep raw emotions from his voice.
She smiled and said a soft thank you. She took the back and he walked her to the entrance of the small village. She nodded at him in gratitude and started to walk away on her own.
The wave of teleporting faded slowly and once she could breathe again Helena made her way to her temple which was quiet and almost empty save from a few servants who she knew would be in their chambers or the temple of some other gods. She made her way to her room and realized that she was still holding the package Demeus had given her, heat suffused her cheeks at the thought of him. She started to open the package to see what he packed for her when she tensed. There was a change in the atmosphere. A god was coming. As fast as she could she hid the sack and concealed it with her powers. She had barely finished when the door to her chamber was blown open. Robos. He liked to make an entrance. He filled every corner of the entrance with his huge frame. She swallowed. She was scared of him but she was worried that he knew about her disappearance. “Helena, queen of the gods and the woman who has captured my heart,” he rumbled as he came close to he
Her happiness was short-lived. As soon as the race was over she leaned back in her seat to laugh over the sour defeat of the dragons but caught the sight of a familiar figure from the side of her eyes. It was the figure of Adna, the goddess of excess and as was natural to her, she held a jar of mead in one hand while the other dangled over the shoulder of a very beautiful male Aloni. Adna was a beautiful dark head goddess, willowy and tall but her elegance was destroyed by her love for the mead. She was laughing and staggering drunkenly. She caught sight of Helena and went over to meet her. The Aloni stood behind her as a show of submission as he bowed his head in Helena’s direction. “Your highness,” she spoke in a slur as she dipped to a drunken bow. “I never thought I would see you here Queen Helena.” She flicked something off the Aloni’s shoulder. “I am just coming from Robos’ temple where he…,” The Aloni must have pinched her as a warning because she jumped sligh
“Where are we walking to?” Demeus smiled at the sound of her voice. Some of her fierce spirits had returned since they started walking away from the ocean. He looked behind him and found her frowning at the horizon with impatience furrowing her brows. “You’ll see,” he called back at her. “I don’t want to see, Ramus, tell me where we are going or I swear by the gods I’ll turn around now and go back home.” His lips twitched. Was it bad that he liked her better when she was angry she talkative? Helena waited for a response and when none came doubled her steps and half-ran until she was walking side by side with him. “Well? You’re not trying to abduct me are you?” Demeus chuckled. Woe to the man who tried to abduct this woman, he would find himself either wanting to tie her mouth shut or kiss those lips. And he knew how much he wanted to do the latter which was why he tried avoiding her gaze. “I have a horse,” he said in re
They rode for hours before coming upon the main city of Eyrotia. And as expected it was crowded. At the center of the city was a high wall surrounding the king’s castle, the bricks were strong and the irons were used in barring the windows of the towers were painted black. Flags bearing the Eyrotian arms of the rising Phoenix blew in the wind. Soldiers stood with spears, swords and arrows on the towers overlooking the city. Helena drank in the sights of all of these. Around them, people moved about their business speaking loudly or whispering to one another. They were dressed in fur clothes while some were dressed in rich expensive-looking silks, cotton and amongst these were those who wore shabby raffia clothing. Soldiers on horses passed theirs, Demeus nodded to them as they passed. These were his people, the ones who worshipped him, they offered sacrifices to him for blessings and protection. It never ceased to amaze how easily he could walk among mere mortals and non of
Helena watched in a daze as Demeus spoke to the woman in hushed tones. Her palms grew wet and clammy and she could swear that sweat was pouring from her forehead causing her hair to plaster itself against her skin. The innkeeper glanced in her direction once and nodded then turned back to Demeus. She watched as the innkeeper pocketed the coins Demeus had dropped on the table and took a key from the board behind her. She handed the key to Demeus and tilted her head in the direction of the stairs leading to the rooms. “The rooms are up there,” she said in Eyrotian language. Helena feared that her heartbeat would be heard because it was so loud she could practically hear the beat of blood in her ears. How was she to quietly tell him that she could not share a room with him, not just because she was married and had a child but because she couldn’t trust herself not to act on the strange attraction she felt towards this man. But he was a fisherman and fishermen were not w
“The dress is not tight, my lady, you’re wearing it the wrong way.” Helena raised an eyebrow at the maid the innkeeper had sent to help her dress. The maid came forward and unbuckled the hooks holding the dress up, she helped Helena locate where to put her hands then buckled it up for her. It was a dark red tunic that stopped at her sandaled feet, over the thick material was a veil of see-through silk that had blew gently in the wind. “You will need this.” The maid pulled a veil from the bundle of clothes Likia had sent to her. She pinned Helena’s hair up and attached the veil to it before wrapping round. “Have you done this before?” Helena asked. The maid giggled. “Yes, my lady, I have taken care of many merchants' daughters. They always love my services.” She brought the mirror from the dressing room and handed it to Helena. Helena gawked at the image she saw. The only time she had ever looked this good was during her wedding feast with Robos. The m
For the millionth time, Demeus squeezed his hands by his side. If the jeweler’s son’s hand touches Helena’s skin anymore under the guise of fastening a jewel piece on her neck or wrist he may be forced to throttle him. And the smile on Helena’s lips gritted his nerve. Why wasn’t she smiling at him like that? She only ever seemed to argue with him and when she wasn’t arguing she was silent and her silence was even worse than her arguments. But with this jeweler’s son, she seemed to be at ease and they were conversing smoothly. “Try this one on,” the jeweler said to her while holding up a nice piece of bracelet with ruby stones encrusted in the silver chain. The ruby stones were the same color as her hair. “This will look beautiful on you,” he said. Demeus had to agree with him. He could already envision the look of the bracelet on Helena’s pale skin. “Bring your hand, my lady, let me help you.” “Let me do it.” It was Demeus who spoke to the surprise of everyone since
Early the next morning Helena got a visitor. When the inn maid came in she announced that someone was outside the room waiting to see her. For just a second Helena’s heart almost stopped beating for fear that her presence was missed at Mount Kpamos and Robos had sent seekers to come and find her but as soon as the fear came it was quickly dispersed as she remembered that Robos did not care where she was or how she lived her life unless he wanted to get between her legs so she asked the maid to let the visitor in since it could either be Robos or Banjo. But it turned out to be Likia, Banjo’s wife. The tall dark woman was wearing a lightweight white tunic with and a bright smile. She looked even more beautiful than she did when Helena met her at the fishermen’s village. “Helena,” she opened her arms wide and hugged Helena like a long-time friend. Helena leaned into the hug. She liked Likia. The woman was genuine and was indeed a good friend. “I see you got the dresses