Raynas smirk widened as Gillian wiped the sweat off his brow.
He looked so very captivating- so virile.
As the rest of the crowd cheered maddeningly for their warriors, who had come back from another of their successful excursions, Rayna chose to remain still.
Instead, she observed the way the veins of Gillians arms stood against his tanned skin- almost like they were displaying their own rage.
She marvelled over his exquisitely sculpted body- lean yet radiating a formidable strength. His hair had gotten longer, and it now curled at the base of his neck.
The sweat made some of the strands to cling to his face, and Rayna was instantly reminded of the boy who had come to them ten years ago.
The man who now stood in front of the retinue, leading the warriors to victory, was almost unrecognizable.
Gone was the scared, timid boy.
In his place, stood a fearless, exuberant warrior, who was loyal to a fault.
Ignoring the innumerable enamoured glances that were directed his way, Gillian diligently made his way to where Rayna stood with her father.