Blue Moon
the way,” I tell him as we stare at each other, trying to work out what the other is thinking, but he soon breaks the tension.
    “Here you are then, I will see you both tonight.” He turns on his heel and walks back down the hallway with a smile on his face.
    Even though he hurt me physically, he hasn’t hurt me mentally which in a stupid way, I’m grateful for, but, through it all I’m here, right outside the door that Dallah sits behind.
    Turning away from him, I walk back to the doors, pushing them open I rush inside and scan the room for Dallah, my heart beating strongly and filling with joy.
    She sits at a dressing table brushing her hair, her face full of sorrow.
    “Hey beautiful!”
    “Zara!” She screeches and rushes at me, grabbing me into a hug.
    “I have missed you so much, how have you been Dallah?”
    “Sweetie, what are you doing here?”
    “Richard bought me here.”
    “WHAT? Did he hurt you? I swear to...”
    “No, I asked him to bring me here, and he did. Tell me how you have been, and then I will answer your questions ok?” I tell her, whilst taking her by the hand to sit on her enormous bed.
    “I’m ok, just lonely. I have missed you all so much.” She says as tears stain her cheeks.
     
    She tells me that she is here until she can find a way to get out of the bonding. Her idea of doing this is sending women to his room, because if he goes with another the bonding will be off. She tells me that she will not leave the room; she sits here in her own misery.
    I answer her questions about the Brothers’, mainly Julian. She asks how I’m dealing with Sallack’s betrayal, so I change the subject, she can tell I don’t want or need to speak about that today or any time soon.
    “So Den has given you a week before he comes here?”
    “No he has given us a week before he comes for us, so we need to come up with something better than sending hookers to Richard’s door. God I have missed you.” I tell her with my heart swelling with pride, she has been here in misery but she still smiles.
    “ Sweetie, you have no idea how happy I am to have you with me, pissed off that you put yourself in danger, but at least I can protect you here.”
    We spend the next 5 hours chatting, laughing, and a little crying, on her behalf, as she begs me to tell her what exactly happened with Sallack.
    I tell her that we won’t lock ourselves in her room all depressed; we will do as we please with our heads held high, oh and that I call dibs on the left side of the bed! I don’t want to be sleeping in a room that is beside Richard’s, and she is more than happy for me to stay with her, not that she would have had any other choice.
     
    We head down to the ballroom dressed in wonderful gowns. Dallah wears a stunning royal blue floor length gown with crystals covering the thin straps. I have on a cream, floor length gown that is covered in sparkling sequins, it’s surprisingly heavy, I feel like I’m carrying my own weight. Dallah tells me that it is Richard’s birthday today, so there will be a big party full of guests, which means I should stay at her side. If she knew what I had been through already she would glue me to her side, but I will keep it from her, I don’t want to burden her with my problems.
    “Ok , you ready?” I ask her as we take the elegant stairs.
    “Now you’re here, I’m ready for anything.” She says as she takes my hand, with a wonderful smile playing on her beautiful face.
     
    The ballroom is heaving with people, as we walk through the doors, near enough every man and woman stop to watch us enter.
    Richard strolls up to Dallah and kisses her cheek; she pulls her head away from him, which ruffles his feathers to be snubbed by his intended in front of his people. He then turns to me with a weak smile.
    “You both look wonderful.”
    “Uh , yeah. Cheers” I say then regret when Dallah hisses at me.
    “Dallah, come with me and wear a smile, we are to be bonded not executed!”

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