Reblogged from Ali Isaac Storyteller:
I have looked out of this window every day of my life. I have seen every mood of the ocean and shade of the sky conceivable. The tide has washed many trinkets and curios upon the stony strand, but never before a man.
I watch him wade the shallows, the surf rolling and dragging at his sodden cloak, foaming like playful kittens around his knees. His stride is strong and purposeful, and I know he has come for me. My heart beats faster, louder than the flurry of my footsteps on the tower’s stone stairs, as I rush to meet him.
He has tugged his boat well above the water line. He is not fooled by the benign fawning of the waves upon the shore.
“My father will kill you,” I say…
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