The Wyndmaster's Lady
Chapter One
As rough as the seas had been during the storm, they were now becalmed and the
Austru's sails were hanging limp against the masts. Not a breath of a breeze
stirred.
Alone in the captain's cabin, Sierran and his new wife were lying-he under the
covers and she outside them-with their fingers entwined as he told of her of his
life before joining the Army of the Federation.
"Despite having a family when growing up, you sound as though you were nearly as
lonesome as I," Celeste commented.
"It was a tough childhood," he admitted. "I was the youngest and I always felt I
had been an afterthought."
"A what?"
"The last child of my parents before my mother could have no more," he
explained. "A sort of oops."
She smiled. "An oops," she repeated. "You have such a flare for description,
milord."
"Sierran," he corrected.
"Sierran," she stated.
They were quiet for awhile, listening to the activity on deck above them.
"Are you going to do it now?" she asked softly.
Sierran frowned. "Do what, sweeting?"
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