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CABALLERO DEL NORTE

... her? "Oh, ah, yes, that is...that is quite alright, that is, I understand."

He smiled at her. Another jolt. She noticed his straight, ready stance, his lean form, imposing yet relaxed. She hadn't seem him actually fight during the taking of the stronghold but Oh Allah, this man justly could be called a leopard! Her emotions tumbled round and about, guilt now waxing within her at the indecent thought.

"You are gracious as you are wise, princess." He inclined his head as he said it.

"How do you know how to speak like this?" she blurted. She frowned at herself as soon as she said it, cursing herself for sounding churlish in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows at the question. "Like what, majesty?"

"I'm sorry, I just...I've never met a Christian lord before, never talked to one." She looked down, breaking eye contact. "You aren't what I expected. At all."

"What were you expecting, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

"Oh, I don't know. More like...like the other one, the one I..."

She stopped, but he finished for her. "The one whose skull you nearly caved? That reminds me, I'm going to have to remember to find an Andalusian merchant, or perhaps a Jewish one, to acquire another lute." He smiled again. "I would love to hear you play."

She sucked in a breath at the familiarity of his tone. But then again, hadn't she just agreed to betrothal? She felt like every word he said caught her off-guard, left her feeling surprised and confused, uncertain how she felt ...

... about anything. Allah help her how was he doing this inside her? she thought.

He caught her expression, realized he was started to overreach again. He chastised himself for it, resolved to pull back again, but then she raised her eyes to his again and he felt himself pulled into the dark, liquid pools of them, losing himself to them. Dear Savior, what was this, how was she doing this to him? he thought.

"I'm sorry, princess, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Zuleika," she said.

"Pardon?"

"You may...you might as well call me Zuleika. If we are betrothed." She felt a surge of satisfaction that she caught him as off-guard as he seemed to always catch her.

"We are, yes. Of course. Thank you, Doña Zuleika. I am gratified by your unstinting magnanimity." His piercing eyes seemed to dance. "It bodes well, I think, for our future together. And as for your question, the courts of Galicia and Leon may lack certain splendors well-known in the south, but we do strive. We reach upwards."

She felt a tightness in her chest as he looked at her. Their future. To be the wife of this man who strives (for in her head, his words applied to him, not those others she still thought of in her head as northern barbarians). Her face heated, and her eyes dropped involuntarily from his down to the ground, but she brought them boldly back up to his.

"I think...I think I should like to see our future together," she said, and as she did so felt certain things inside her click ...