Word Count: 24,023
Summary of Events:
Chapter 7:
Adaire and the fleet set out from Aifos after two days and Adaire found out he could've ordered the fleet to stay longer; he learned some of the history of Aifos with the captain before declaring they should stop at every country possible — whether they were trading with them or not.
Chapter 8:
Adaire and the fleet then arrived in Zeig and Adaire was introduced to the king's family before being taken on a tour of the capital. Saoirse was helping with sheep shearing and got run over by a sheep. After a week in Zeig Adaire and the fleet set off again — not that Adaire wanted to leave.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Passing through the grand gate, they went down the cobbled road past a great many grey stone buildings that were hidden from outside view by the wall, heading toward the grand palace.
Finally they passed through a smaller gate into the palace itself and a small courtyard, in which the carriage drew to a stop. The footman came down and opened the door; the king rose and stepped out first, Adaire following after him.
"Now we shall introduce the members of the court," the king said.
The footman produced a bugle — Adaire wasn't sure where from — and blue a tune on it. A few moments later a grandly dressed processional strode out and lined up in front of them.
Instantly Adaire noticed the fifth from last woman in the line; she was near to Adaire's age, and she was magnificently beautiful. She had golden blonde hair from what little he could see that wasn't hidden by the veil she wore.
Her deep blue eyes fixed on his gaze; Adaire felt his heart accelerate, he wanted to walk up to her that instant and wrap her in an embrace, and maybe even undo her hair so he could see how long it was.
Adaire broke their gaze when he realized the king was talking, so he pretended he was paying attention as the king indicated different people, who nodded their heads — he was probably introducing them but Adaire didn't care about their names; he wanted to know her name.
Finally the king indicated the person before her, who nodded; instantly Adaire started listening.
"My daughter, the Princess Willa-Marie . . ."
Willa-Marie, she was a lovely young woman, beautiful. Adaire glanced at the king as the last person, a sour-looking elderly woman, nodded her head. Adaire had a feeling she'd noticed his lack of concentration or something.
"Now that I've introduced you to the court, we have some time before dinner," the king said. "I think it should be enough time that we could show you around our fair capital."
Adaire opened his mouth to agree, but he glanced toward Willa-Marie and hesitated; he wanted to see the city, but he also wanted to spend time with her and get to know her — he did have a week, though, but nothing said that would be enough time to get to know her thoroughly enough.
"May I come along Papa?" Willa-Maire asked, stepping forward.
"Of course, of course," the king said. "Add a woman's perspective to it."
Adaire gave a bit of a smile and climbed into the carriage when the king indicated; Willa-Marie climbed in after him and sat down beside him, smiling sweetly for a brief moment before her father climbed into the carriage. Adaire was glad he was staying for a week."
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