Why wouldn’t she? The reality that shone back at her, built into the majesty of the surrounding mountains, was a castle. Huge, majestic, glowing from its humble landscape, it felt warm, inviting. As it was she could barely contain the urge to run to her new found home. Her weak muscles and light-headedness seemed to fade under the engulfing shadows of the castle. Tethur marched them forward. The battle-pressed men were all looking eager to get inside. The movements increased. Half the men dismounted and nearly jogged up to the fortress that stood over them, welcoming them into its loving safety. Sorscha breathed in the world around her. The fragrance that was Tethur nudged at her senses and mixed with nature. Even after a long journey and heavy battle, he smelled like that amazing spice and man. She buried her nose in the curve of his neck. He looked back at her, a smile on his lips. That mischief in his eyes made her nuzzle closer and giggle. She could feel her heart thudding against her ribcage.
