“Lyris,” he said as she stood and faced him, “you look wonderful.” She looked down and blushed. He loved that her emotions were displayed in her pale skin.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked leaning in for a kiss.
definitely more comfortable then a cot,” he said, he wouldn’t tell her
of the nightmare he had, he knew that she was in it—that much he
remembered. “I have a gift for you, I want you to open it now because
you might want it later. He brushed her face with his hand. “Please sit
down and close your eyes.” She did as he asked and he retrieved the box
and laid it in her lap and sat next to her. “Open your eyes,” he said
and she opened them.
She looked down and then looked back at him. Her eyes dilated and he smiled.
“Open it.” he whispered.
pulled at the silver paper to reveal a dark cherry wood box. The clasp
was brushed steel. She opened it with trembling fingers. Nestled in
black silk lay a white sword. The sheath was white lacquer, the handle
wrapped in white, a beaded tassel hung from the pommel. The hand guard
was calla lilies carved in brushed steel like the clasp on the box. She
looked at him and then back at the sword. She pulled it out and a length
of white silk unrolled from the top of the sheath.
he said. She pushed at the hand guard with her thumb and unsheathed the
blade. She gasped, “Lyris and Noble Standing, April 25, 2093” was etched
on the brushed steel blade. She turned the blade over, “Forever” was
etched on the other side. She replaced the blade and laid it to her
side, for a second he wondered if she liked it until she leaped into his
arms and hugged him tight enough to squeeze the air out of him.
“No sword master should be without her blade even on her wedding day,” he said.