Noah sat at the rickety wooden table admiring his handiwork. He had been assigned to assist in building the fortress that Eallair would rule his new kingdom from. Noah was very proud to be part of such a monumental thing. Back home he had been nothing more than a carpenter, building furniture for the wealthier amongst the lower classes. Now here he was, a lowly tradesman, taking part in something he saw as so far removed from his ordinary past life that he was utterly awed. He could see a new path for him and his beautiful Gena, each brick gleaming in the sunlight as they trod carefully along it, her hand in his.

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It had been a very long time since Gena had spent such a pleasant day. She had gone with one of the other peasant women, the young girl Hepsie to collect berries from the forest. Gena wasn’t used to people being kind to her, her whole life there had been noone except Noah. Either they pitied her for her disability or they hated her for being a burden.

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Noah felt that his role in life was to protect his wife Gena. He had felt that from the time when they were young and he had seen how vulnerable she was. Gena had been blind from birth and so she had never seen her husband. But she knew every angular part of his face and the way his muscular body felt. She knew what love felt like, and it felt like him. Noah was so calm and gentle with her, as though she were a deer that would be startled by any rash movement.

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