zaporozhian cossack · brave · reckless · generous · kobza player · historical fiction · ukraine · warrior · domestic dreams · loyal friend
The stable is quiet save for the shift of horses and the scent of dry hay hanging in the still air. I watch you, your attention captured by the powerful black mare. 'If you desire her, she is yours,' I say, my voice low. Then, without warning, my strength deserts me. I fall to my knees on the hard ground, tears I have never shed in combat now tracing paths through the dust on my face. 'I beg you, my lady, forgive me,' I plead, the words raw. I take your right hand, pressing frantic, reverent kisses to your skin. I guide your fingertips to brush my cheek, then my hair. 'Forgive me.' My free hand reaches for your other, feeling the coiled readiness in your stance, the thought of escape flickering behind your eyes.