the Dreadlord who loved me [ATTN: Nyn]

[Myth]

It never ceased to amuse him to visit Amador. Here, in the seat of the Children of Light’s power, he rode without a care in the world. In all honesty, Amadicia was one of the more corrupt nations of the world, at least in his view. One just had to know what to look for to see it.

 

He rode along the main road through the marketplace of Amadicia’s capital city with a relaxed air. There were certainly plenty of things to see, not the least of which was a young soldier dressed in the white cloak and uniform of a new member of the Whitecloaks. Of course they didn’t like being called that, but in his mind that was one of the gentler phrases he used for them.

 

She was lovely.

 

The light armor she wore did nothing to hide her buxom figure. Rather the militant accoutrement only enhanced the fact that she was incredibly feminine. Her delicate features a stark juxtaposition to the hard steel. The braids in her hair, complete with tiny silver bells, added an exotic air.

 

For a moment, across the marketplace her gray eyes found his blue, and all else was forgotten. His blue roan gelding came to a halt, sensing his willingness to stop. And he didn’t think it was his imagination that made him believe she didn’t remember the boots she was holding. It was a magical instant, but his manservant burst the bubble he shared with the distant lovely maiden of war.

 

“Master, the heat of the day approaches, and we still need to find an inn,” he spoke in a clipped, almost anxious voice. “My lord?”

 

Looking down at the tiny man on his stout mare, Drak acknowledged. “Of course, Paitr. Of course.” Looking back for the girl, the crowd had consumed her and the magic was gone.

 

He rode on, allowing his retinue to do their duties. It served him better to be a man of significance here than a traveling mercenary, so that was what he was. For now. He traveled comfortably either way, but the Whitecloaks looked skeptically at mercenaries, and he didn’t like the Children looking over his shoulders.

 

As such, he was dressed in the finest garments gold could buy. Comfortable, crushed velvet black pants were tucked in black, knee-high leather boots that shined despite the dust of the road. His wide-brimmed hat was black, as was the kerchief tied around his neck, and the long cattleman’s coat that he wore instead of a cloak. The ring on the first and second finger of his left and the thumb of his right hand were silver, as was the buckle that clasped his belt, and the buttons on his coat. The only bit of color that he wore was his silk shirt. It was a perfect match to the bluish-gray color of his horse, which wasn’t coincidental. His sword hung from the pommel of his saddle, and his baggage train was strapped on the mules that his servants led.

 

He had three “servants” in addition to Paitr, but he doubted if their services would be necessary. He also doubted if anyone could pick out one of them from a crowd of three. They were very good at what they did, though. All in all, he looked very much a wealthy merchant or a minor noble. Either suited his purpose.

 

He passed the day napping in a comfortable bed in what was said to be “the nicest inn in all of Amador, m’lord.” At least so its owner proclaimed. He certainly offered comfortable beds. As evening turned to night, he left the cool comforts of his room and entered the common room. He wanted to listen to soft music and dine on fine food. He found all that, and more.

 

As he was eating, he saw the lovely gray-eyed warrior maiden enter the room.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe rubbed her temples. Why me? Why do I always find myself in situations I never ask for? "What about this one?". Selindra emerged from behind the closet door wearing a trashy gray dress that emphasized her curves all too well. Trying to twist her lips into a smile, Zoe nodded in appreciation. Selindra frowned for a moment, considering, and then shook her head and disappeared behind the closet door again. Laying back on the bed, Zoe sighed.

 

How could she have known that a seemingly simple question could have dragged her into a social engagement with Selindra? Zoe tried convincing some of the guys to join them, in hopes that she might be able to slip off at a certain point leaving them with the package, but they were too tired from training and dropped in their rooms like flies. Zoe was a bit sleepy as well but she was certain that going back on her promise at this point would be rude, so she decided to accompany Selindra for a while until she was able to excuse herself politely.

 

Selindra walked out four more times before she settled on a blood red dress that showed the most direct route from her neck to her belly button. Zoe tried to maintain a winning smile at Selindra's dress choice but rolled her eyes as soon as the woman turned to the mirror to tidy her hair. Zoe was relieved that she had hers braided. That way she didn't have to fuss about it too much, aside from the mild adjustments every few days. Choosing a dress wasn't too hard either. She didn't have a variety to choose from but she liked the ones she owned. Selindra tried convincing her to borrow one of her dresses but Zoe declined politely, frightened of such a thought. She was happy wearing her dark blue dress. It had a generous neckline but one that did leave some room for the imagination, as opposed to Selindra's cleavage.

 

Finally heading out of the Fortress, Zoe was relieved that they finally made it out of there. She had a feeling that the night was going to be a long and tiring one and wanted it to be over as soon as possible. At least she knew she would not be bothered by men. Whenever she went out in Selindra's company, the woman had all the eyes on her. In a way, it was a relief. She hated wasting her time on fending men off.

 

Entering the closest inn they could find, Zoe picked out a table and sat down, gesturing a serving girl to come over. Selindra sat down, scanning the common room with much interest. Zoe took a deep breath and ordered a mug of ale. This was going to be a long night indeed. Selindra only asked for a glass of water, another relief. The idea of carrying the woman back to the Fortress was not a kind thought. Yet, Zoe had a feeling she would be going back to the Fortress on her own that night.

 

Smiling as the serving woman handed her the mug, Zoe looked slighty up to thank her. She was just about to have a sip when she noticed someone looking at her direction from the corner of her eye. Turning her head, Zoe found two blue eyes fixed on hers. He was well dressed and composed. No doubt some sort of noble. Yet, there was some sort of familiarity to him. She could have sworn she's seen him before yet she couldn't place a name to his face.

 

Turning her head back to Selindra, Zoe touched her hand to gain her attention. "It seems you have yet another admirer, Selindra." Zoe Gestured behind her and Selindra extended her look behind Zoe, her lips curling into a smile. Zoe saw the opportunity to escape. Smiling widely, she spoke. "Then you mustn't keep him waiting. Go to him. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Selindre smiled. "I've already gestured him to join us. There, he's picking up his drink. He's quite striking. He can tweak my nethers any day." Zoe's cheeks grew hot. Why me?

 

"Evening ladies." The man said as he joined them. Rising her eyes, Zoe smiled weakly, sinking back in her seat. Great, another one of Selindra's admirers. And I get front row seats for the show.

 

 

 

Zoe

Child

[Myth]

“Evening ladies,” he said cordially, taking in the situation between the pair of lovely women in an instant, noting the very revealing apparel of the Domani and her reluctant companion trying to hide in her chair. So? he thought, as he smiled politely to the duo. The Domani wants a wild night on the town and expects to get what she wants when she wants it, eh? And the gray-eyed soldier was drug along to watch the show, but she doesn’t like it…

 

Thinking he had the right of it, the tall Tairen decided to have a little fun. Besides, he was much more interested in the gray-eyed buxom lass, anyway.

 

He furrowed his brow at the Domani and said, “Beg your pardon, mistress. I thought you were someone else,” the disappointment in his voice was audible. He turned to walk away, his disinterest in her apparent. But as he did so, she leaned across the table and grabbed his arm. Turning to look back at her, he asked, “Yes?”

 

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” the Domani said, putting all the sultry appeal in her voice that she had honed, and been taught, since adolescence. Her warm, inviting smile and seemingly accidental pose, leaned over the table in a very alluring manner, her body hinting at what her clothing barely contained, was meant to entice him, to make him forget everything else but her. He had to admit, she was a lovely girl, but he didn’t care for the flirting of Domani women as a general rule.

 

They liked to play games but were rarely worth the trouble, in his mind.

 

“No, I don’t think that will do,” he answered coolly, pulling his arm loose as he did so. “No, it’s far better for you to be who you are, I think.” She sat back, an expression of shock on her face. He doubted anyone had ever refused before. Giving a hint of a bow and smiling slightly as he turned again to walk away, he paused and looked directly into the warrior maiden’s eyes. Eyes twinkling with genuine amusement at her look of surprise, he addressed the Domani once more, “I would have thought you’d want to introduce me to your friend, but I guess that slipped your mind.”

 

Bowing slightly, he spoke to the gray-eyed lovely. “I am called Drak.” Hearing the musicians strike up a merry song, he held out his hand to her.

 

“Would you care to dance?”

[Nynaeve]

"Beg your pardon, mistress. I thought you were someone else." Zoe suppressed a laugh. That was quite a brush off and doubly so for Selindra. Zoe swore the woman did not know the meaning of the word no, or even knew the existence of such a word. She could catch any fish she wanted, yet Zoe couldn't help but feel pleased that one was slippery enough to get away.

 

But Zoe knew Selindra well enough to know that she wasn't going to give up that easily and that she was going to latch on the longest time possible. And so Zoe was not surprised at all when Selindra leaned across the table and grabbed the man's arm. A desperate attempt to grab his attention and yet Zoe suspected that Selindra was capable of humiliating herself completely if that meant getting what she wanted. She had a full arsenal, one she did not shy away from using.

 

"I can be whoever you want me to be." Zoe rolled her eyes. She wanted to slap the woman. Surely she could not be that thick headed. The man was obviously not interested. Perhaps he favored his own gender or perhaps he was already promised to someone else. Either way, she got burned, yet she insisted on keeping her hands in the fire. Zoe chose not to interfere knowing it won't change a thing. She only maintained a disapproving look and awaited the man's reply.

 

The man grew silent for a moment, appreciating Selindra's offerings. Perhaps her desperate attempt was successful after all. Who knew. "No, I don't think that will do. No, it's far better for you to be who you are, I think." Zoe's jaw dropped open and then quickly closed and formed into a small smile. Burned twice in one day. That must have been some sort of record for poor old Selindra. Looking at the man, suddenly with great interest, Zoe watched him. Maybe he was queer. Zoe has never seen anyone refuse what Selindra had to offer. Maybe he was short-sighted or drunk!

 

Zoe let out a sigh of relief when the man turned to leave. Perhaps Selindra was so embarrassed that she would agree to go back to the fortress. But suddenly, the man turned back, apparently having a change of hearts. What game is he playing at? Zoe blinked. His eyes were locked on hers. He spoke to Selindra, but still kept eye contact with Zoe. "I would have thought you'd want to introduce me to your friend, but I guess that slipped your mind." Zoe stared at the man, then at Selindra, giving both a confused look.

 

Bowing slightly, the man addressed her, completely ignoring Selindra's presence. "I am called Drak. Would you care to dance?". Zoe hesitated. She was caught off guard and was unsure how to react. Glancing in Selindra's direction, she received a cold and angry glare. Zoe suddenly felt that getting away from her for a bit would be wise. Just to let her cool off from the ordeal. What might have seemed like a mere rejection to Zoe was probably a catastrophe for a Domani.

 

Taking Drak's hand, Zoe followed him to the center of the common room, where a few couples were already dancing. She wasn't the best dancer in Amadicia but she could hold her own. She didn't introduce herself to the man. She just watched him for a few moments, eyes narrowed, trying to figure him out. He was like a puzzle. She had to fit the pieces together to see what he was about.

 

"You play a dangerous game, Drak." Zoe let Drak lead her through the dance. She swayed gracefully, never removing her eyes from his. "One I don't think I care to participate in." Drak did not answer, yet Zoe could see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "A simple no would have been sufficient. Yet you seemed to savor the rejection. I won't pretend that I care much for Selindra, but that doesn't mean I could not label it cruel. Perhaps it would be best that in the future you curb such an impulse. Even Domani women have feelings."

 

Tensing a bit as Drak spun her about twice, she sighed in relief as he pulled her back to him. He placed one hand around her waist as he smiled charmingly. Zoe gave him an impatient look, awaiting his response.

 

 

 

Zoe

CoL

[Myth]

Drak enjoyed dancing, perhaps even more than was usual tonight because of the fire in the eyes of the feisty, buxom woman he held in his arms. She was certainly a pleasant handful, and he imagined she knew how to move as well with a sword in her hand as she did on the dance floor. The challenge in her eyes as she pondered who this strange man was told him that he had guessed the right of it.

 

He waited for a few moments before answering her. After all, she was playing coy with him by refusing to introduce herself. He enjoyed the ritual games of romance, but it was a dance far more intricate than the one they were performing to the music, although dancing to a lovely tune certainly made things more… immediately pleasurable. After all, sharing the company of a lovely lass was one of life’s truly wonderful things.

 

“Dangerous?” he asked rhetorically. “I think any time you deal with a woman it is dangerous, is it not? It certainly is when, in addition to the other dangerous weapons that the Creator provided her with, she wields a sword.” He smiled warmly at her, as they moved gracefully to the music. And he let her see his admiring glance at her body, not long enough to be leering, but just enough to let her know she had successfully managed to look as lovely as she had wanted when she had dressed to go out. He mostly just looked deep into her eyes. They were lovely enough to get lost in, as the old expression said. There was even a hint in his gaze that he might be interested in more than sharing a single dance, but only just a hint. After all, he didn’t even know her name. He paused as they separated briefly then came back together with a touching of the fingertips.

 

“But cruel?” He tasted the word on his tongue like some strange food, uncertain of what it was and if he wanted it in his mouth. “I suppose anyone could call anything cruel, if they were so inclined. But my response to her would be hard pressed to fit my understanding of the word.” He spun her delicately once, then twice more before pulling her back to him to circle the room again.

 

“She was playing a game to get what she wanted, and she should have been prepared to lose. It is so in any game. Otherwise it is utterly condescending to any man she meets. Do you disagree? I was more than polite, I think, although I certainly didn’t give her what she was looking for. But she is a woman fully grown, who can make her own choices. She certainly wasn’t concerned with your feelings… or mine.”

 

Turning to spin her deftly once, then twice again, he pulled her back close to him, looking deeply into her eyes as they swayed softly to the music. He could feel her pressed up against him, and could see her heart beat pulsing in the lovely curves of her neck. “But why are we discussing her? I have no interest at all in the subject. Perhaps, I should return alone to my table at the end of this song, since you’ve not even given me your name.”

 

As if on cue the song ended. “Thank you for the dance.” He bowed slightly and began to turn away.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Zoe", she said quietly, yet loud enough for it to reach Drak's ears. The man stopped in his tracks. Even though his back was still facing her, Zoe could tell he was smliing. Turning around, Drak gestured with his hand to a table. "Shall we sit?". Zoe hesitated again. Glancing at the other side of the common room, she caught a glimpse of Selindra. Yes, still angry. "I suppose no harm can come of that." Following Drak, Zoe sat down opposite to him and ordered some mulled wine.

 

Studying him for a moment, Zoe couldn't help but wonder how Drak chose her company over Selindra's. He could have been off with Selindra in his room at that very moment if so his heart desired, yet here he was, showing some sort of interest in her. At first, Zoe thought him queer, yet his manner with her suggested otherwise. Perhaps he was simply being friendly and seemed to find her company enjoyable.

 

She was curious. And suddenly suspicious. It suddenly accured to her that the man knew she could wield a sword. That meant that he'd seen her in her uniform and knew she was of the Children of the Light. A growing fear enveloped her. This wasn't the first time he saw her. Was he following her? What were his intentions? Zoe knew as much as any CoL that anyone could be a Darkfriend. Very few could be trusted.

 

Zoe's mind was racing, yes it came to a sudden halt as she realized something. Selindra. He sent her away. If he truly had bad intentions, getting information from her or being in private with her would have been easier then taking a candy from a baby. Yet he rejected her with much ease. "Is everything alright, Zoe? You look concerned. Is there anything I can do?"

 

Zoe met Drak's eyes and smiled. "I'm afraid it's just been a really long day. The mind grows tired and slow. But, I know how it can be revived. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself. To even the odds, so to speak."

 

 

 

Zoe

CoL

[Myth]

He smiled warmly at her, as he leaned back, then turned and ordered wine of his own.

 

“I know what you mean about a long day, but thankfully it is over and now I can relax.” Looking around the room, he lounged in his chair until the serving maid returned with their wine. “Where to begin with who I am?”

 

Chuckling self deprecatingly, he spread his arms. “I am a simple man, who just happens to have had a bit of good luck with business. But none of that is especially fun to talk about. I mean, trading in ice peppers and furs doesn’t exactly stimulate me when I’m talking to a lovely lady. I am originally from Tear, but I’ve traveled quite a bit since then.”

 

He briefly told her of sailing on a Sea Folk ship, seeing the beautiful vistas from the Spine of the World, and visiting the Borderlands. He didn’t go into too much detail, but spiced it up with amusing stories that often had her laughing with him as he revealed funny, foolish moments from his past. He teased her, as well. Nothing mean spirited, but he taunted her in a fun way enough to engage her in the conversation and entice her to become more at ease.

 

Finally, he turned the conversation over to her as he ordered more wine for the both of them. “But tell me, Zoe, how did you come to be who you are? I’ve done far too much talking, when you are probably much more interesting.”

[Nynaeve]

Zoe listened carefully to Drak's tales, both out of curiousity and wariness. His stories sounded wonderful. Meeting people seemed exciting yet what triggered Zoe's jealousy the most was all the places that he managed to explore. Other then Arafel and Amadicia, Zoe never really known any city. She passed through some but never had the chance to experience them to the fullest.

 

Zoe joined the Children of the Light, knowing full well that she would be tied to it for as long as she could draw breath, yet she saw the opportunities that came with it. She had a home, food on the table, clothing, but above all of that, she had a cause. A purpose to her life. And traveling. She knew that once she achieved soldier statues she would be able to wonder off the Fortress and finally open her eyes to the world around her. She knew it wasn't all beauty. There was much ugliness out there, one she wished to fix.

 

"But tell me, Zoe, how did you come to be who you are? I've done far too much talking, when you are probably much more interesting." Zoe chuckled in amusement. "I'm afraid my life story would make a donkey try to fly off a cliff. With not much success, i'm afraid." Zoe grinned and saw that Drak still seemed interested to know. "I was born in Arafel. Lost my parents when I was young." Zoe maintained a a smooth expression, hoping no resentment was visible. "My aunt raised me and when I was old enough to join the Children of the Light, I enlisted and I've been here in Amadicia ever since."

 

Hearing a familiar giggle, Zoe turned her head to see a man climbing up the stairs with Selindra, his hand conviniently on her behind. Shaking her head, Zoe laughed. "Oh yeah. She took your rejection really badly. I mean, look at her. She's an emotional wreck." Zoe smiled at Drak. They were both quiet for a moment before they started to laugh whole heartedly. "That girl is incorragable. I swear sometimes I think I outta smack her to get some sense into her, yet I'm afraid it would actually make it worse, if that's possible."

 

Zoe put on a mischivious grin. She took Drak's hand and enveloped it with hers. "I know it's going to be hard for you to forget her. I'm sure she loved you at some point in the the few moments she knew you. But you'll just have to pull yourself together, man. I'm sure there is still someone out there for you. Do not despair." Zoe couldn't help but chuckle.

 

 

 

Zoe

CoL

 

 

[Myth]

When she took his hand, Drak knew that she was his.

 

But, unlike with so many other women on so many other nights, he had no desire to rush things with this young warrior maiden. He was enjoying her company more than he would have expected, and her clever wit was positively charming. Not to mention her other lovely assets that her dress was showing off in fine fashion.

 

“I’m sorry, Zoe,” he answered honestly after he finished laughing. “But I’ve already forgotten your friend’s name. I beg your pardon, but I’d just as soon forget she even exists.” Winking devilishly, he added, “I think I made the right decision in choosing a dancing partner.”

 

Grinning broadly, they both sipped on their wine. Had he requested a refill for them? Regardless, their goblets were full. Their soft laughter warmed them even more than the wine, and between dances they ate the best the fine establishment had to offer. They were dancing when their food came, and again when the dessert arrived. She ate her piece of pie off his fork, and he nibbled her neck while she rubbed her fingers through his hair.

 

The only other patrons were just as involved with their own affairs as he and Zoe were with theirs, so their behavior wasn’t out of place. Even so, he made sure to keep things subdued. It wouldn’t do to act untoward tonight.

 

The evening passed in a blur of secret kisses, countless dances, and just enough wine to get them a little tipsy. Well maybe a bit more than a little, Drak admitted to himself as he walked Zoe home.

 

“The Fortress of Light, eh?” he asked rhetorically as they approached the largest structure in Amador. “Quite a nice place you’ve got here.” They laughed whimsically at the silliness of it, and drew funny looks from the guards who were on duty. When he finally reached her door, she pulled him too her and gave him a passionate kiss that was fit to curl his toes. It was nothing like the teasingly playful kisses they had shared throughout the night.

 

“Zoe!” He proclaimed with an evil grin as he reluctantly pulled back, then teasingly added, “What has gotten into you?”

 

The hungry look in her eyes, and the hand tracing playful patterns on her lovely, heaving bosom told him exactly what she had in mind, but for some reason he wanted to make sure she really wanted him, and that it wasn’t the wine talking. So he didn’t take advantage of the situation, but instead stepped back and kissed her hand.

 

“Shall we call it an evening, milady? I believe the wine has gone to my head, and I can’t think clearly with your kisses clouding my thoughts even more.” Smiling charmingly, he asked, “Can we do this again tomorrow? Or rather, shall we go on a picnic? I know a lovely place where the two of us can get away from the crowds and get to know each other better.”

[Nynaeve]

Zoe's eyes slowly opened. She felt tired and drained. She regreted having that sixth glass of wine. Or was it the seventh? Cursing under her breath, she peered to her right and found Selindra's bed empty. Usually she would have been alarmed, but Zoe was too used to Selindra's absance from their room. As far as Zoe was concerned, the less she saw of the woman, the better. That avoided her any unnecessary complications, especially if Selindra was still irritated with what happened the night before. Drak's image suddenly flashed in her head.

 

Letting a smile spread on her face, Zoe recalled the night before. Drak had been an unexpected surprise. Zoe had expected a dull and uneventful evening in the Domani's company, yet she was happy to be proven wrong. He was an interesting man. Very confident, but not overly. They've got acquinted slowly, chatting in the common room. Then dancing. Drinking. Eating. Things developed from there, leading to some harmless kisses. He never tried to advance further, which was a pleasent surprise. She liked taking it slow and appriciated men that shared that view.

 

Zoe vaguely recalled Drak walking her to the fortress. Things were a bit fuzzy, but she was well in contorl of herself throughout the night. She was grateful to that. Smiling, she recalled liking the idea of him escorting her back. He knew she didn't need any particular protection and was more then capable to arrive home safely, but the offer was still appealing. She realized she agreed, mostly, because she wanted to spend a bit more time with him. She didn't want to let him go quite yet.

 

Slipping into her robe, Zoe got up. Her training started in the afternoon, which meant she had the whole morning and noon free to spend with Drak. He invited her to a picnic before they parted and she accepted with eagerness. After all, he was bringing the food. All she had to do was show up and eat, two things she happened to be rather good at. Added to that was his company, of course. She wanted to get to know him better. Even after all they've spoken, she still saw a bit of a mystery in him.

 

Zoe washed up and slipped into her favorite Yellow dress. It wasn't a festive dress, more of plain one for a day to day use. Her aunt had bought it for her. It framed her figure perfectly. Swishing her braids, the bells rang softly. She smiled, pleased with the mirror's reflection and headed out of the room. Just as she closed the door behind her, she caught a glimpse of Selindra. Turning around, Zoe left from a different route, deciding she wanted to avoid confrontation for now.

 

Exiting the fortress, Zoe smiled as she caught a glimpse of Drak standing outside the gate, being eyed by one of the guards. She came out and winked at him. He took her hand and kissed it. She laughed and leaned forward, brushing her lips againt his in a kiss. "So...do you come here a lot?". She laughed.

 

 

 

Zoe

Child

[Myth]

On this fine morning Drak dressed in more practical apparel, though still of the finest quality. His pants were of a dark, forest green, as was his coat, and his shirt was a pale green linen, very comfortable and light. His black, wide-brimmed hat matched his belt and the knee-high, soft leather boots that his trousers were tucked into. He didn’t bother buckling on his sword belt today, but rather carried his sword in its sheath until he tucked it alongside his seat in the carriage that his serving man had rented for him to use.

 

He arrived promptly on time, while his men rode ahead to make sure there were no unwelcome surprises, as well as to make ready the preparations for his breakfast and luncheon. His serving man, Paitr was an excellent cook and had assured him that a feast of delightfully tasteful, yet light and sensual, foods would be awaiting him and his lovely companion. Drak had no doubt it would surpass his expectations.  Paitr was an odd bird, but he wasn’t one for boasting.

 

Drak ignored the guards completely as he waited for his warrior maiden to arrive, and he had eyes only for her as Zoe walked out of the Fortress of Light. She wore a plain yellow dress, but it hugged her curves nicely, and its plainness served only to highlight her lovely features. She looked radiant, as well as very happy to see him.

 

Drak laughed along with her at the greeting and ushered her to the carriage that he had acquired for them for the day. “Until recently I’ve not come much at all,” he responded with a wide grin. “But it seems of late, I’ve been here quite a lot.” The simple jest and compliment brought a rosy blush to her cheeks, the glow as lovely as the morning.

 

The carriage itself was small, comfortable, and intimate, and an excellent example of fine workmanship. The black gelding that pulled their transport was very sleek, and his high-stepping gait was pleasing to the eye. The clip clop of its hooves on the road as they left the city was soothing, and provided a calm rhythm as Drak listened to Zoe make small talk, the thrill of the morning escapade evident in the excitement of her mood. He couldn’t help but smile himself. He was already enjoying the day, and she hadn’t yet removed a single stitch of clothing!

 

Her eyes grew wide when he turned off the main thoroughfare and directed the carriage through an apple orchard. “The mystery deepens!” he quipped, winking at her mischievously.

 

It didn’t take long before they came to the spot he had picked for them, though. On the top of a large, gently sloping hill under the low-hanging limbs of a giant oak tree, it was an idyllic locale. The quietly bubbling spring that began nearby only added to the beautiful serenity, and a soft breeze carried the hint of the apple blossoms in the distance.

 

In the shade under the great oak, a large quilt had been spread out for them, complete with numerous dishes in ornate silverwork and a trio of wines for their enjoyment. He was eager to see what Paitr had in store, but by the light in Zoe’s eyes, she was even more excited. He doubted that she had a chance to make many outings such as this with her duties and training, so it pleased him all the more to give her such joy.

 

And to think, the day had barely even started!

[Nynaeve]

…"yes, being Selindra's roommate can be rather…. Interesting." Zoe emphasized on the word in a way that could not be mistaken for anything but irritation. She was pleased that Drak knew the woman, because it was a topic Zoe could touch without fear of boring him. Unfortunately, being around Selindra most of the day meant that the majority of her stories involved her one way or the other.

 

"Once she tried her charms on a gentleman a whole evening, only to discover in the end that he was indeed a gentle man. One that did not care much for our gender, apparently. Her expression at the astonishing discovery was priceless. As much as I despise being dragged by her to these escapades, that night was worth it." Zoe grinned in remembrance.

 

"Then one day she was absolutely stunned when a man she entertained  the night before made a move on her the next day, not recognizing her at all. Oh, that was quite a blow to her ego. It is rather enjoyable to watch her stew. Not that I wish her any harm, but she needs to learn a few things and I fear she will choose the harder route to achieve that."

 

Drak looked at her and smiled. "What?", she asked with interest. "Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering if Selindra is all we're going to speak about today." Zoe blushed. She was going on and on about someone she honestly didn't care much for. Were all her witty stories about that woman? She hoped not. Otherwise she'd even think herself rather lifeless and dull. Searching her mind, she thought of her other friends within the Fortress. She didn't have many, but to her, quality was prior to quantity.

 

"Well, since I seem to be doing all the talking, you, mister, are in no position to make any sort of complaints. So I'd be quiet if I were you, unless of course you wish to take the reins of the conversation?". Drak shook his head. Zoe smiled crookedly. "Refusing to talk? You? Are you well, Drak?" Moving closer, Zoe brushed the back of her hand over his forehead. Leaning closer, she kissed his forehead and shook her head, smiling. "No fever. But I should make sure. Better safe then sorry." Zoe kissed Drak's lips lightly. Then his cheek. Then his neck. "You are growing warm…" Zoe smiled mischievously.

 

Drak pulled Zoe into a warm embrace that quickly developed to a passionate kiss."I know!", she suddenly exclaimed, pulling away from Drak and getting on her feet. He remained on the ground, looking at her in puzzlement. She walked casually towards the stream that lay not too far away. Turning, Zoe smiled. "To cool you off…". After letting out those words, Zoe let her dress drop to the ground, leaving her in her shift. She tipped an imaginary hat at Drak and gracefully jumped into the water.

 

 

Zoe

Child

 

[Myth]

He couldn’t help but smile as she boldly cast aside her raiment and leapt into the creek. He couldn’t help but enjoy the view even more when she stood there in her soaking wet shift and gave him a smile. It was so teasingly sheer, it left only a little to the imagination, and the body that moved beneath the thin garment was enough to set his blood afire, despite the early hour.

 

She returned to the water with an enticing glance over her shoulder, so he stood and casually strolled toward the water’s edge. She lay back coyly in the water, making playful patterns across the water’s surface as he approached, the smile on her face as radiant as the first flower of spring. He took his time, enjoying not only the beautiful day, but also the lovely, and charming company he had to share it with.

 

When he made it to the creek bank, he crouched down on his heels, and smiled devilishly at Zoe as she playfully splashed water at him. “I don’t know,” he said teasingly. “What’s the water like?”

 

She laughed, a crystalline glimmer that somehow aroused him even more, while at the same time fitting in perfectly with the songbirds playing their own romantic games in the treetops. With only her head above the water, she winked naughtily at him and slowly lifted one arm out of the water with a balled up cloth in her hand. She flung it at him, and he caught it, getting soaked in the process. Before he could do more than get wet and acknowledge that it was her shift, she ducked completely out of sight before re-surfacing.

 

Only this time, she slowly stood up. Inch by lovely inch, she rose out of the water, the beads of water gleaming on her skin like liquid diamonds. As she finally emerged, with only her feet being lightly caressed by the flowing water and nothing between him and her but a few feet of air, she posed for him, the smile on her face as wickedly playful as her teasing innocence of a few moments before. “Why Drak, the water is just fine. Why don’t you join me?”

 

He tore off his clothes in record time.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe opened her eyes slowly. She tried to stir when she felt arms wrapped around her and a body pressed against her back, breathing slowly. She smiled and took in the moment, enjoying the warmth that Drak's body rediated. She shivered a bit as a soft breeze blew by. Her braids were still wet and it was growing chilli. But she did not care to move.

 

She still had a long time until she had to return back to the Fortress. Peering at the picnic that was set up not too far away, she smiled. They never did get to eating or drinking anything. Not much of picnicing was being done in this specific picnic. But there was plenty of time to remedy that. Feeling her stomach growl, Zoe couldn't help but chuckle.

 

"Are we hungry?", Drak asked amusingly. Zoe blushed and as if Drak could sense it, he pulled her closer for a tight embrace. "I wouldn't say no to some food. Besides, it's your fault for building up my apetite." Drak barked a laugh. She watched him appriciatevly as they both dressed. Deciding her hair was a mess, she undid her braids, letting her wet hair fall down on her shoulders.

 

Sitting next to Drak, she tried to sneak a peek at the food he brought, but to no avail. "So, what is on the menu?". Drak grinned. "It depends." Zoe's eyebrows rose. "On what?". Drak's smile deepened. "On what you're willing to do to get it." Zoe punched his arm. "In that case, I deserve a royal feast", she said defiently.

 

Drak seemed amused at her response, so naturally, she felt like punching him again. Why did you have to be so bloody charming?, she mused. But she kept a leveled glare that never weavered.

 

 

 

Zoe

CoL

[Myth]

He grinned. Zoe was certainly a fiery woman, but her sense of humor was also abundant. The mind behind those lovely eyes was as sharp as the sword she had been carrying the first time he had seen her. And her body was as deliciously enjoyable as anything that his chef had prepared for this morning’s picnic, if not more so.

 

She was all woman, no doubt about it.

 

“You certainly did work hard, didn’t you?” he responded teasingly. “But it sure is nice when a woman so obviously enjoys her work so much. Why, I’d say you were downright enthusiastic about it!”

 

The scandalized look she shot him was spoiled by the devilish grin that quickly spread across her face. He winked, and he teased her a bit more. “I’d not want you to over-exert yourself so early in the morning. Here, let me help you. No, don’t get up.” He laughingly chided her as he leaned over to the heavily laden blanket and scanned the various dishes available.

 

Spying something that he liked, he retrieved it, and held up a strawberry like a long-lost treasure. Waving it around in the air, he offered it to her, pulling it back ever so slightly as she arched her neck to reach it. He kept pulling it out of her reach until she punched him in the stomach.

 

Wincing and laughing at the same time, he said in mock outrage, “What?!” When she stuck her tongue out at him, he retrieved another strawberry. Grinning broadly, he offered it to her, as well, but at the last moment he dropped it down the front of her dress in the opening provided by her lovely cleavage.

 

“Whoops! Let me get that.” Grinning wickedly, he dove back in for a second helping of Zoe before breakfast. 

[Nynaeve]

Zoe rested her head on Drak's chest and traced her fingers lightly over his abdominal. "Your fingers are cold", Drak stated. Zoe smiled. "You can take it." Her tracing quickly turned into tickling and Drak soon started squirming, trying to get her to stop. Grabbing her wrists, he smiled victoriously.

 

"Give up?", he asked, amusement visible in his expression. "Never." Zoe replied defiantly. She did not try to struggle against his hold. She knew she could not break free unless he allowed it and so she decided to appear calm and collected, apparently unaware of his grip. He considered her for a moment, his eyes lighting up. "A draw then?". Zoe's smile grew deeper. "I suppose I can allow that. This time." Drak laughed and pulled her closer for a deep passionate kiss. She got lost in his arms for a moment, until he pulled away, leaving her breathless.

 

She laughed. Both at his affect on her on and an amusing thought that crossed her mind. "You know... I remember cursing the day I was assigned to be Selindra's roommate. I asked to be transferred to another room many times, but to no avail. Yet, if it wasn't for that awful woman, I would never have met you. And that would have been....a shame." Drak nodded and brushed a finger over her lips.

 

Zoe peered at the sky and sighed in apparent annoyance. "We'll have to start heading back soon. It's getting late." Switching to a playful tone, Zoe continued. "Let us hope you didn't completely wear me out. I need my strength for the training session." Drak smiled mischievously. "I doubt it. I was just warming you up." Zoe returned the smile with one of her own. "You did, at that."

 

Not moving quite yet, Zoe remained in Drak's arms, forming the memory of the whole day in her mind. It was the first time since she joined the CotL that she wished to be away from the fortress. Yet at the same time, she couldn't let herself be distracted from her mission. If it wasn't for the certainty of Drak leaving any day, she would have grown seriously concerned about seeing him. Afraid she might grow too attached. She couldn't abandon the oath she made to her mother, though. That was above all.

 

 

 

Zoe

CoL

[Myth]

He enjoyed the rest of their morning together and drove the carriage back into the city at a leisurely pace. His men would clean up the dishes and so forth that were left behind, and return them to the packsaddles. It was hard to find good help these days, but he had been fortunate and had done just that, although he hadn’t hired them for their ability as serving men, of course. Their true value was much more, er, interesting and best not spoken of too openly.

 

The gently rhythmic clip clop of the horse’s hooves on the road was very relaxing, and the feel of Zoe’s head on his shoulder was equally pleasant. She was a tasty handful, and incredibly enjoyable to share company, among other things, with. It had been a beautiful morning, the kind recounted in countless gleeman’s tales with a brilliant blue sky and birds singing and all that. And a lovely lady, Drak thought to himself. There is always a lovely lady in the stories, though they never do the naughty things that Zoe enjoyed so much.

 

Laughing softly so as not to wake Zoe from her nap on his shoulder, she worked hard, this morning, he thought happily to himself again, he ventured back to the Fortress of the Children of Light before easing his warrior maiden awake. A maiden no longer, if she was before, he thought rakishly. But oh so lovely, she is. And adventurous even without a sword at her hip.

 

Helping her down from the carriage, again just like in the stories, Drak bowed slightly and kissed her hand with the softest brush of his lips.

 

“When may I see you again, Zoe? I know you’ve a busy day ahead.” Waiting for her response, Drak’s thoughts were already turning toward the men he should talk to today. There was no need in wasting time and opportunity before Zoe finished her duties.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe was amused by Drak's sudden gentleman burst. Helping her down from the carriage, bowing, kissing her hand. If she didn't know better, she would have thought they haven't just spent the better of the day together practicing things that would make her blush if she had to say them out loud. But she accepted his gestures. If he wanted to play Mr.perfect, then she wasn't going to disrupt it. Besides, she liked the attention and the fact that he felt she deserved such attention.

 

"When may I see you again, Zoe? I know you've a busy day ahead." Zoe wrinkled her brows. She had a training with Kuroshiro which meant he was going to suck all the energy she had left. That man was as tiring as he was handsome. He caught Zoe's eye when he first started training her, but now that she met Drak, her interest in him dwindled and she thought of him more as her trainer, rather then a man. She had much to learn from him, but that was about all she wanted of him.

 

Still, no matter how unconscious she was going to be after the session ended, she knew she'd still want to meet with Drak. She half expected him to show up any moment and announce his impending departure. If he's going to even say goodbye before he leaves, said a voice in her head. Zoe ignored it. It was certainly not the time to let her insecurity show. The smart thing to do was simply spend the most time she could with the man, before he had to leave. And she always did enjoy his company, at least that was a certainty.

 

"We can meet later at night. After the training is over. I'll just need a bit of time to freshen up after it, but then I'm free. I don't have a training first thing in the morning so I can stay up late. Though I give you a fair warning. I might not be my extraordinary self." Zoe smiled in amusement. "I may be a bit tired. But I will hopefully remain enjoyable company." Zoe moved closer to Drak. Sliding her hands into his coat, she embraced him tightly and kissed him quite thoroughly. "Thank you for a wonderful day." Pulling away reluctantly she passed through the Fortress' gates and made her way to her room to change.

 

 

 

Zoe

CotL

[Myth]

He stood and watched as she walked away, admiring the sway of her hips. The view from behind was certainly worth remembering, but he only gave himself a few moments to savor a last look at Zoe before his mind turned once again to business.

 

There were always men and women who craved more power, and the ground in the realm of the Children of Light was surprisingly fertile for the seeds he carried. But first, he needed to return to the inn and discuss things with his men. Well, secondly in fact. There was one other thing he wanted to do first.

 

The day passed in fruitful fashion, though he had no need to reap anything at the moment. It was nice to know that such lush harvest was available should the need arise, however, and that his business connections were holding up their end of the various deals he had in the works. Drak didn’t care to deal with Friends of the Dark very often because of that very reason. Most everyone had something to which they would sell their soul to have, be it power, wealth, or whatever, and Darkfriends were notoriously unreliable. He much preferred to use his own talents in business to get what he wanted. His reason for swearing to the Shadow had nothing to do with that whatsoever, because when it came to finance he was a powerful man without the aid of the Dark One.

 

A different kind of power had lured him into the Shadow. The Power.

 

The day faded into night, as days tend to do, and by the time the sun had fallen from the sky Drak had finished his work for the day and had agreed to attend a party at a certain noble’s home. The fact the noble owed him close to a hundred thousand gold marks had its part to play in the invitation, without a doubt. As had the fact that two of his often overlooked, but hardly unremarkable, men had paid him a “courtesy” visit to remind him of said debt. I wonder if he will be able to attend this evening, he thought to himself, curious but unconcerned.

 

While he dressed for the evening out, Drak sent Paitr to the Fortress of Light in the carriage with an invitation for Zoe to attend with him. The thick, creamy paper of the envelope and the invitation contained within was sprinkled lightly with a fragrance of flowers. A party with dancing and the gown that he sent along with Paitr would hopefully be a pleasant surprise to the young swordswoman after a hard day. Hiring a seamstress and giving her explicit directions on the gown had been his first business of the day. He hoped Zoe liked it.

 

But until Paitr returned with her, he had a few things to discuss with the three average looking men. There were certain types of work best done after dark, and these men were very good at that line of work.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe landed on her bed with a deep sigh. As anticipated, Kuroshiro had no compassion for the living. He worked them all to the ground. He always liked to take them to the edge of their limits and sometimes even beyond them. To the point where at times he even seemed cruel. Zoe could understand the approach of strictness. She understood that to achieve one's goal meant hard work. But at times it seemed Kuroshiro was trying to break them, rather then help them be the best they could be.

 

Zoe smiled. At least it was over for the day and she had nothing but pleasant things to look forward to. Getting up from the bed with a touch of regret she walked to the basin that was propped on her night stand and started washing herself. She used a scented soap she used for special occasions. It was a rare vanilla fragrance that cost a pretty penny. But the aroma it produced was well worth it.

 

She was drying herself as she heard a knock on the door. Slipping into her robe, she opened the door. In the doorway stood a man she never seen before, holding an envelope and a box. He bowed his head and Zoe returned the gesture with a nod of her head. "How may I help you?". The man extended the box and the envelope to her. She hesitated for a moment before accepting them. "Master Drak has requested your companionship this evening. He has sent you an invitation and put me at your disposal for transportation." Zoe opened the envelope and read quickly, her eyes widening slightly. The last thing she expected was for him to take her on a formal party. "What would I wear...", Zoe half muttered to herself.

 

"The box, my lady. It contains evening wear suitable for such an occasion." Zoe's bewilderment turned into excitement. She placed the box on her bed and opened it up. Her eyes widened at the beautiful dress. "I'm sure you will look splendid in it, madam. I will wait outside until you are ready." Zoe nodded eagerly and hardly managed to wait for the door to close behind Drak's servant before she slipped off her robe and slipped into the stunning dress Drak sent her. It set on her perfectly. Tight, but not too restraining, putting an emphasis on her figure.

 

Admiring herself in the mirror, Zoe smiled. The dress was smooth black silk, strapless with a generous cleavage and beautifully pleated bodice. The doubling of the material upon itself and stitching was undoubtedly one of the best she'd ever seen. The making of the dress no doubt cost a small fortune, in her opinion. She would have to give him an earful about throwing such amounts on her, and then after thank him. She had a few ideas on how to thank him properly.

 

Deciding to leave her curly hair loose, Zoe rearranged it a bit. When she was satisfied with it, she put on a pair of black shoes that complimented the dress. She still could not believe she was wearing it. For a moment there she could have mistaken herself for noble blood. Laughing at the amusing thought, Zoe headed for the door and left the fortress accompanied by Drak's servant, who she discovered was called Paitr. A peculiar man. He was reserved at first, but after a while turned out to be quite chatty. He did not fall quiet until they arrived at their destination.

 

Paitr opened the door of the carriage for her and helped her out. "I was not mistaken, it seems." Zoe turned to Paitr in puzzlement. "You look stunning, madam." Zoe laughed. "Why, Paitr, if I didn't know better, I would think you were trying to use your charms on me." Paitr showed a hint of a smile. "But I couldn't very well have that, could I?". Zoe's face lit up as she made out Drak's form emerging from the shadows. He was dressed formally. He always was, but more so. He looked wonderful.

 

 

 

Zoe

CotL 

 

Illustration of the dress: http://www.promdress.co.uk/manufacturers/jimhjelm/photos/jh5665.jpg

[Myth]

Tonight he was dressed in a long black overcoat of Kandori fashion, it hung nearly to the ground, though split in the back for convenience when on horseback. Made of the finest linen, and woven with thousands of tiny pleats almost too subtle for the eye to see, it was as fine a garment as any of the gowns the women in attendance wore, though only a master tailor would truly appreciate its fineness. His black trousers were made to match, long enough to still reach his heels when he sat down and were not tucked into his boots, which were polished black leather, though the toe was covered in brilliantly polished silver ornamental chainmail, the links so small and the chain so thin as to almost look like cloth. He wore no undercoat, and instead opted for a vest of matching black linen over a snow-white long-sleeved white shirt of lace, the cuffs hanging longer than the sleeves of his coat and dangling over his hands.

 

He wore a belt of silver, as well, though it was a double loop and served also as a sword belt. His sword hung low from his left hip, the elaborate craftsmanship of its quarrels and hilt apparent at a glance. A silver hair clip with a design he doubted anyone present would recognize held his hair back, though his bangs had inevitably escaped and framed his face. An elaborate silver ring fit his left thumb, and another his left index finger, and he wore a simple silver ring on his right index finger. He had to admit that he could clean up nicely when the occasion warranted it, but he paled in comparison to his lady of the night.

 

“Milady, you are as lovely as the first flower in spring,” Drak said with sincerity as he took Zoe’s hand and kissed it. “The dress is certainly lovely, but it is merely a ribbon on an already beautiful package. I hope you like it.”

 

Seeing her eyes light up and the smile beaming from her face, he needed no spoken word to know the answer. Her happiness shone like a candle in the darkness.

 

“Come,” he said warmly, offering his arm for her to take. “We should go enjoy the party before Paitr smooth talks you into marrying him. I wish I had his charm with the ladies.” Giving his manservant a devilish wink, he escorted his lovely date inside the manor house, bedecked with decorations for the evening’s festivities and filled with those who were thought to be, thought themselves, important and wealthy. Drak smirked at the thought, but tonight was for enjoyment, not politics and business.

 

All eyes turned on them as they were ushered inside, and Drak’s small smile only hinted at the joy he felt for exposing Zoe to a side of the world that he doubted she ever got to see, much less partake in as a soldier of the Children of Light.

 

Tonight was going to be as close as he could make it for her to being like a dance at a palace in the stories.

[Nynaeve]

Zoe and Drak entered the mansion together. Zoe circled her arm around Drak's a bit tighter when they were ushered into the hall where the party took place. It was packed with people. So many different nationalities and dressing styles. That eased Zoe a bit. She was afraid she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. But each woman and man had a different style of clothing, which meant that there wasn't some sort of standard dressing code for these upper class parties.

 

Luxurious tables filled with delicacies surrounded the hall. The smell of the expensive perfumes that floated in the air was intoxicating. Zoe doubted Drak could even sense the vanilla scent in the jumble of aromas. Drak turned to her as if he heard her thoughts and brushed his fingers over her cheek. Zoe smiled in return. But they were soon interrupted as two older men approached them. They introduced themselves and quickly started to talk about taxes and estates. Smiling apologetically, Zoe excused herself at a certain point, to get herself something to drink. She was thirsty, though it was more of an excuse to get away. While she enjoyed being in Drak's company, she didn't wish to be in the way. Also, keeping a fixed smile was nearly impossible after a while. And nodding. Especially when she had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Better to stay away until he managed to clear a path back to her.

 

Grabbing a glass of wine, Zoe leaned against one of the beautifully decorated walls and admired Drak as he continued his discussion with the two gentlemen. He seemed like the business man type. Back straight, constant eye contact, serious, yet humorous when the occasion called for it. He radiated of intelligence. Zoe could tell from where she was standing that he knew exactly what he was talking about, just by the assurance of his stature, his expression, the gestures of his hands. She didn't even need to know what he was saying to be sure that the man simply knew what he was on about. And she liked that.

 

As she caught the exchange of handshakes, she smiled widely. She planned to steal him away to the balcony she spotted on the other end of the hall, so she'd be able to enjoy his company before he had to go mingle again. She was sure he could use the distraction. He seemed determined and intense on whatever the subject was, yet Zoe was sure she saw a glint of boredom in between.

 

Zoe only managed to make one step before someone else beat her to it. A woman. And a good looking one at that. Zoe wouldn't have considered herself the jealous type, yet the way the woman traced her hand over his shoulder with such familiarity made her raise an eyebrow. She considered joining them, but decided against it. I won't be that woman. Instead she just took what seemed like a piece of some fancy cheese and nibbled on it. Blinking, she took another one. "This certainly tastes better then it looks." Turning to look back at Drak, she realized a man was standing next to her, smiling. "You have no idea how right you are." Zoe smiled ackwardly.

 

"I'm sorry to bother you. I just couldn't see you standing here alone. Did you arrive with a companion?". Zoe nodded slowly. "Well then. Isn't that appalling. Leaving you alone should be considered a crime." Zoe put on a forced smile and took a sip from her wine, to cover the rolling of her eyes. "Would you give me the pleasure of a dance?". Zoe smiled. "It's very sweet of you to ask. But...well...maybe it's best if...". Moving her eyes behind the man, Zoe stared. That woman was practically all over Drak! whispering into his hear, tracing her slutty hand all over his arm. Drak had to know her, otherwise he wouldn't have let her be so friendly. Bloody man.

 

Turning her eyes to the man in front of her she just managed to produce a smile. "It will be my pleasure to dance with you." Taking his hand, she let him lead her to the dance floor. A slow song she didn't recognize started to play. Zoe wasn't sure where Drak was anymore. She wasn't too sure if she cared at that very moment either. So she danced, pressed against a stranger who kept sliding his hands further and further down. She had a feeling she'd have to slap him in the near future. But in the meanwhile, she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

 

It was turning out to be quite a night.

 

 

 

Zoe

CotL

[Myth]

The conversation was distracting.

 

True, as a businessman he sometimes had to play the proper role of concerned merchant and listen to the “important” news his “partners” wanted to share, but in reality he had come here tonight to spend a lovely evening with a lovely lass. Business was the last thing he wanted to talk about. Besides, nothing they insisted upon “revealing” to him was new, nor was it vital. In fact, he knew more than the two blabbering old idiots did about their topic of choice, seeing as how their first clerks were both on his payroll and kept him fully abreast of matters. A fact he seriously doubted either of the two self-important men even suspected.

 

After gracing them with more conversation than he probably should have given, he politely excused himself, only to once again be pawed at by unwelcome hands.

 

“Hello, Cassandra,” he said formally, a hint of disgust in his voice. But she was too drunk to notice, and he doubted she would have cared even if she weren’t drunk. She had never allowed his disgust to dissuade her in the past, and of course these days she was always drunk to one degree or another. They had engaged in a fling a year or so ago, a mistake on his part, and apparently she still had ideas of re-entering his life. Whether I want her or not, he thought to himself.

 

It took him only a few moments to catch the eye of a serving man and request him to escort Cassandra to a more, er, peaceful place to rest, though in that short time the heavily inebriated woman had crawled all over him like a cheap suit.

 

“The wine has gone to her head, you see,” he informed the man politely. Though they both knew her wantonly brazen behavior was unwelcome and completely inappropriate, it wouldn’t have been polite to say so.

 

Shaking off the feeling of annoyance, Drak looked around for his date and finally spied her on the dance floor. Smiling devilishly when he recognized the man she was dancing with, the tall Tairen lord wondered if he would get to smash something pretty tonight. There was no way on earth that he would tolerate “young” master Grinnich putting a hand on Zoe. Edwin was handsome and actually older than Drak, but in his mind the Tairen always thought of the eldest Grinnich son as young.

 

He looks older, anyway, and he should definitely know better, the young Dreadlord thought to himself with a wicked grin. But apparently he needs to be taught the same lesson his father was reminded of today.

 

He crossed the dance floor slowly, giving the eldest Grinnich son, whose father was throwing this party, plenty of time to see him coming. Fear worked best when given proper time to ripen. Approaching the dancing couple he smiled widely, showing his brilliantly white teeth in apparent good humor, though the smile he flashed at Edwin never reached his blue eyes. They were colder than the depths of winter.

 

“Hello, Edwin,” he announced cordially. “I see you have met my date for the evening, Zoe.” The sudden awkward gulp and the nervous smile transformed the handsome lad’s face into something resembling a chicken with something caught in its throat. “How kind of you to keep her company,” he said, looking pointedly at his arm around Zoe and the hand far too low on her backside. A simple look was all he gave the boy, but Edwin jerked his arm back like he’d been burned.

 

“Very kind of you, indeed,” Drak went on. “I’m afraid your cousin Cassandra has found the wine again.” Shaking his head sadly, he clucked his tongue before continuing. “She accosted me a few moments ago, but I had her taken to her room to rest. I hope she will be better soon. Speaking of, how is your dear father? I’ve not seen him this evening.” The smile on Drak’s face might as well have been a blow to Edwin’s stomach by the reaction it got.

 

Paling visibly, he stammered, “F-father is d-doing well. He sh-should be better in a few days, the d-doctors say.” Licking his lips, like a wild animal looking for a way to escape, Edwin nervously loosened his collar. Coughing drily, he rasped, “If you’ll excuse me,” and departed.

 

Watching him go, Drak said to Zoe, “Such a caring son. He is so worried about his father. It warms the heart to see such love, doesn’t it?” Turning to look down into the shining eyes of his beautiful companion, he smiled charmingly and asked, “Would you like to dance?”

[Nynaeve]

"Such a caring son. He is so worried about his father. It warms the heart to see such love, doesn't it?" Drak turned to look down into Zoe's eyes. "Would you like to dance?" Zoe was a bit confused. She didn't exactly understand what just happened. Obviously Drak was trying to intimidate the other man, but she wasn't exactly sure way. Was it because he was letting his hands wonder over her? She hoped not. Drak should know that she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

 

Taking his hand, Drak spun her about so abruptly, that if it wasn't for his other hand supporting her waist, she would have fell. That would have been incredibly graceful. But all thoughts left her as she found herself pressed against him, following the slow rhythm of the music that was playing. She voided his eyes, though. She knew she'll be ensnared by them if she didn't. "You know, if you fancied a dance, you should have just told me. I would have happily obliged."

 

"You seemed unavailable at the time. So I settled", Zoe replied. Drak laughed. "Quite poorly at that." leaning his head forward, he brushed his lips over hers, then pulled away with a smile. "I'm always available to you." Zoe recognized the amused glint in his eyes. He knew that seeing him with that woman made her jealous. Only he didn't know that she knew that he knows. So really, she had the upper hand. Or at least wanted to believe that she did. Whether it was true or not was irrelevant.

 

"Well, next time I will try to have better taste in my dancing partners." Drak's smile only deepened. God, she hated the man. And she hated even more that she found the whole thing cute! It didn't make sense. He was standing there, towering over her and watching her in a way that made him nearly irresistible. But he knew he managed to arouse her jealousy. And while it was true, he didn't have to look so bloody smug about it. No, he didn't deserve encouragement.

 

When the music ended, Zoe removed Drak's hands from her waist and beckoned. "I think I'll go to the balcony for a bit. From what I saw from afar, it seems like a wonderful view and I could use the air. Feel free to carry on with your social engagements. I'll be over there if you need me." Passing Drak, she headed towards the balcony, ignoring a few men who greeted her as she passed them by. She hoped the balcony did not hold anyone that might bother her and luckily, her wish was granted. The balcony was empty. She sighed in relief and leaned on the ledge, contemplating the sky.

 

Before Zoe could even react, a hand seized her arm and spun her about. Lips were pressed against hers as she was picked up and kissed quite thoroughly, her feet dangling in the air. At first she tried to struggle, but as she realized who was kissing her, her protests quickly died off and she just held on tightly. When Drak finally put her down, she had to grab the ledge to steady herself. Touching her lips, she looked up at him. "You said I should come if I needed you." He said, chuckling.

 

 

 

Zoe

CotL

[Myth]

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of stolen kisses, dancing, wine and conversation. And later, a blur of hastily cast aside clothing and more, er, 'dancing'.

 

The morning sun peeked through the curtained windows of Drak’s room like a bashful child, hoping to find someone up and about and ready to play. Instead, it only found two blissfully slumbering lovers, bodies still tangled as their unconscious minds yearned for still closer intimacy than what they already shared, and happily unaware that a world outside existed.

 

“Mmmm…” murmured the young woman as the first hint of wakefulness tickled her mind, her hands tracing across the chest of the young man she shared the bed with. She nuzzled her face closer to his, resting it in the bend where neck meets chest, finding pleasure in the rough bristles of morning growth on his cheek and chin. Her body, draped across his like a silken blanket, luxuriated in the feel of his, even as one of her smoothly shorn legs, sprawled across him as it was, escaped from under the actual silken sheet that somewhat covered them and displayed a scandalous amount of skin.

 

Oh, if only the silken sheet could speak, what stories it could tell!

 

Content that all was as it should be and oblivious to the sheet’s desires to reveal the torrid events of the night before, her mind drifted back towards sleep, dreaming of whatever female minds dream of in such a situation. Shoes most likely.

 

Meanwhile, the young man, his slumber heralded by the rhythm of a soft snore, slept on, his arm cupped protectively, and lovingly, around the young woman.

 

All was as it should be.