(( e.e this is NOT a warning. But you should just know its very interesting...>.> I hope you like it...War...please don't read this cause I think I'll have a nervous break down if you do.. TvT not a word Mina...not a damn word from you. ))

Their footsteps cut the silent night air waking a few steeds, snorts and squeals of protest to the torch burning brightly throughout the stable. War placed the torch into its holder leaving it to light the back half of the stable where Siana’s stallion rested. He too didn’t seem thrilled with being awoke at such an early hour.

Since Siana didn’t own any of her own gear yet, she was forced to use bits and pieces of training gear left about. Removing some straps from one piece to another, because of the way her stallion was built. She shivered as a cold wind pushed through the stable doors, scolding herself for not grabbing a warmer cloak.

She could feel War watching as he sat on a barrel mindlessly eating his meat from knife tip, he’d slipped into the kitchen for something leaving Siana in the hallway to wait. Her wanting food as well was met with his grunt and a shove towards the outside, making it clear she’d not eat till training was completed. It only vexed her more towards being around him.

“Done” She hummed looking over her shoulder at him, her stallion fully tacked up. He gave a low grunt pulling the rest of his meat off with teeth before walking to her. One foot rose into the stirrup causing Siana to believe he was going to mount the stallion, only when his foot pulled the whole saddle to the side of the stallion did she understand what he was doing.

“Do it again” He walked back to the barrel seemingly too pleased with the mess he made. Siana dug her nails into cold palms to keep from throttling his neck. Why he couldn’t just of said it needed tightening Siana didn’t know, but this game he was playing wasn’t amusing to her at all

Dropping the saddle to the stone flooring Siana once again set it atop her stallion, fixing the blanket between his back and the saddles under belly before tightening it harder. He gave a stomp of his hoof to the clinch squeezing his body, she paused worried it was pinching him. Her reaction only made War growl while pushing roughly off the barrel.

“If you continue to play around, you're never going to ride him” Sian glared over her shoulder as he neared her.

“I’m not playing around, I thought I pinched him.” War snorted rolling his eyes half way.

“Stop being fearful of him.” He came to a stop next to her, both arms at his side. Giving him a hushed growl Siana thinned her eyes up at War.

“I am not fearful of him.” She hissed pushing each words through clenched teeth. A unnoticable twitch from corners of War’s lips moved downward till they were horizontal with Siana. He stared at her for a moment, allowing their eyes to lock in a battle that no one else would know of.

“Then why do you shake before him?” Words so softly spoken Siana almost forgot to listen, as her eyes watched his lips move. She licked her own lips to the smell of his breakfast mixing with his breath. When she finally realized he’d asked her a question, she became guarded.

“I shake because I am cold.” Her cheeks puffed realizing she’d just made a big mistake in allowing him to know she was in need of something. Both sets of fingers were still holding onto the clinch, when War snatched one hand away from it. His face contorted into frown lines before letting her go.

“Why did you not grab a warmer covering?” He seemed highly irritated with her now, unlike before when he just seemed to be messing with her head. Siana chewed her inside cheek for an answer.

“I don’t have anything warmer.” Because she still wasn’t sure about her ability to lie well enough, Siana just went for the truth. His warning her long ago about how she’d better be able to lie well, had stuck with her all the way till now.

The grumbling off to her side has Siana looking at him, one hand of his grabbed the clinch pulling her back against his chest. A heavy shiver passed her body to the impeccable temperature difference. Where Siana had been freezing, War’s body seemed to be overly warm. Her body felt as though someone had lit a fight around her

If his temperature wasn’t enough to warm her, his lips near her ear added more heat. Each word spoken was another licking of flames to the icy chill that was now melting between her legs.

“I will do this for now, tomorrow you are to be dressed warmer.” She nodded against his cheek, unsure her words would even come out steady enough.

“Watch what I do and remember it.” Gulping a knot back down Siana gave a verbal reply.

“Okay.” His other hand caged around her, pushing more body heat to a cold right side. She watched through glazed eyes as he fixed the mess she’d made of the clinch. Rethreading it through the girth and saddle hooks. Using his thumb he gave her stallions belly a poke, he squealed shifting his weight away from them. He answered her question before she’d even gotten a chance to ask it.

“They blow their stomachs up, which is why your saddle will fall off.” Siana moved her head to get a clearer look at his face, she’d about yelped when he had been facing her already. Making their eyes lock, but it was his lips nearly brushing her skin that caused the red rush to form. She quickly looked away, not wanting to dream up what could of happened had she shifted her weight as well.

He finished the clinch looping it through itself before pulling it straight downward. A step away from her caused another shiver, this time to the cold coming back. She was about to turn around and see what he wanted next when a heavy covered dropped onto her shoulder, making her grunt out a breath. Fingering through the cloth Siana took notice he was now without a cloak, she blinked at his vest while thick arms crossed over board chest.

“You're not cold?” She asked slipping her arms through sleeves. War shook his head.

“I am use to harsher weather than this, we'll get you warmer wear after training.” His words holding promise that Siana was sure he’d make good on. She was use to getting things from him when he said he’d get them, so far War had never broken his word to her.

Feeling a bit foolish in his cloak as it was far larger than her body required, Siana could barely see from under its hood. She growled when it covered her eyes, making War give a low chuckle. The slit up its back parted to flaps for easy movement, however they aided Siana very little as both end drung against stones.

“I cannot see well.” She pushed it off her head looking over at him. Moving to her, War placed both hands on her hips raising her up till she sat in the saddle.

“Yes but you are warm.” He flips one flap to the other side, allowing it to cover her leg. Taking reins in hand War walked them outside, crunching his boots over snow divites while leading towards an open area.

“Where are we going?” She asked pushing the bring of his hood upwards to see better.

“The field.” Siana looked down at him, or more so even with him as he was almost the same height as her while on the steed.

“Why?” He turned an eye to her question, holding it for a few steps before looking back where he lead.

“Because you need an open area to move.” She watched as his breath moved across his cheeks, listened to her horse snort with the cold blowing of winds.

“What are you teaching me?” It was hard not to ask so many questions, when he gave so very few answers. Siana found the more she asked, the better her odds were to getting at least one answer to her many questions.

“Everything.” Was her reply, a reply that left her with an even more puzzled look.

“But I know how to ride” She stated matter of fact. War grunted coming to a stop a few trees from the field, he turned head onto her.

“You do not know how to ride this horse.” He pointed to the pawing stallion. Siana rose a brow. His answer wasn’t something she understood, and he didn’t seem to want to answer her why’s anymore. They began to walk once more, listening to the sounds of feet crunching snow as it mixed with whistling winds.

Letting her go while standing still, War looked around from the middle of the field. He fixed her footing in both stirrups, giving Siana the impression this was how he wanted her feet to stay. Each hand took up a rein, lacing it through cold fingers as she did her best to hold on.

“Make a circle” He motioned to the right allowing her to walk alone. Sian clicked her tongue, only to find War grabbing a rein with a glare.

“What was that” He mimicked her sound still glaring.

“You said to make…” Shaking his head, he released the rein.

“Do not cluck like a chicken to your steed, or I’ll make you ride what you call him.” Siana blinked rapidly, still trying to picture a giant chicken with saddle strapped to its backside. She scoffed.

“There is no such thing.” Her nose went into clouds, only to catch a highbrow of War. His look daring her to bet against his better judgement.

“Again….and no noises” A hand waved while taking a step back from her. Keeping her mouth silent Siana nudged both sides of the stallion with heels, he grunted lowering his head without moving feet. War crossed his arms looking rather impatient. She tried again only to feel a slight buck from under her butt.

“You're going to get tossed, if you keep bugging him.” Holding down a grin, War watched as Siana tapped the stallions side once more. He refused to budge, unless to buck.

“Errr...What am I doing wrong?” She looked with pleading eyes at War. Watching as a flicker of something passed over his dark eyes, it soon vanished with his coming footsteps.

“Do you know anything of the stallion you sit on?” Siana nodded a little.

“He once belonged to Marco.” War nodded, waiting for more. When it didn’t come he huffed fogged breath.

“That is not knowing much. Marco was a hard man, even on his kin. This stallion was a pride to him, if you cannot ride like Marco you will not ride this steed. Do you understand?” Siana’s shoulders slumped to his words. From what she had heard, Marco was a very large man. Powerful in his movements, deadly with a weapon and hard on all who challenged him.

If she were to ride as he once did, she feared not matching his skills in only three days time. Yipping softly when War slapped her thigh, Siana looked at him.

“Get your head out of deep thoughts, you won't do good for yourself there.” Siana nodded.

“Kick, do not nudge like a mother. You're not asking, your telling. He is the mount and you are master, make him believe that.” Grabbing her thigh War squeezed it dragging his grip down to her calfs. “You have the muscles, use them.”

Siana was so thankful it was cold, as her cheeks wouldn’t be giving her away to his rough touches. Nodding she watched as he once again took a step away motioning for her to try again. With a ragged breath Siana kicked both heels into the stallions belly, he popped his head back up leaping forward. Quickly grabbing a chunk of his mane for extra support, Siana pushed her butt back into the saddle.

“Turn, don’t allow him to go as he pleases” War growled seeing her making a beeline for the warmth of stables. Pulling a rein Siana forced his head to go back towards War.

“Good, slow him down without stopping.” She gave him a stupid look, one where Siana swore he was holding down a laugh.

“How?” She called over the galloping thunder from under her.

“Pull and release quickly, do not hold your pull on his reins.” He used his hands to express what he spoke. Following by his example Siana gave a tug bringing the stallion down a level.

“Again, I want a walk. You're in a trot.” She did as asked of her, and made it into a walk. Grinning happily she looked at War, only to get hit with a snowball to her side.

“Aye...what was that for?” War picked up another handful of snow forming a ball with it.

“You dropped your heels.” A finger pointed to her toes facing downwards. She corrected them quickly.

“You did not have to throw snow at me.” She huffed walking around him.

“Would you rather I throw blades instead?” He lifted a brow moving a hand to his side where Siana knew he kept daggers. She shook her head quickly.

“No, of course not.” He gave her a nod tossing the snowball from one hand to the other.

“Then don’t complain. Now...change directions.” Siana turned one rein making his head turn so it faced left, only her left foot was placed too deep into the stallions side causing him to move away from her leg. Each side step he took brought him closer to War.

“If you run me over, I’ll do more than hit you with mere snow.” He warned with a growl.

“Why is he…” She breathed becoming slightly nervous the closer they grew to War’s body.

“Remove your outside leg from his flank.” War hissed. Dropping her leg away from the stallion he straightened himself out right before bumping into War, Siana let out the breath she’d been holding. Turning the stallion so they now walked around War.

“Your legs are what makes him move, when you're good enough you’ll not need reins. He’ll be able to feel your weight shift before you ask a command.” Listening to him talk of such things only made her want to learn more, the idea of controlling her stallion without gear was magical.

“Can you?” She asked when he told her to change direction once more.

“When I need to, yes.” Nodding to her with a tossing of his snowball to another hand. Siana gave him a questionable look, cracking his neck War grunted to its popping.

“I am not as good as Saban, my specialties are more so with Falcons.” Siana stared at him. Her blue eyes widened to the idea of seeing a falcon upclose.

“I have not seen you with a falcon before” Siana stated turning once more to War’s hand signal. He made a low smirk of twitching lip corners.

“You have not been to battle with me either, do you not believe what you have not seen?” Siana took his words in, understanding what he meant but still holding a bitter taste to the battle part.

“I have not been to battle with you because you do not take me, not because I don’t wish to go.” War shook his head.

“You're not ready for battle. Ask him into a trot.” Siana grumbled giving the stallion a kick just hard enough to speed up legs.

“You do not know that.” She snapped back moving with the horses strides. War slide one foot forward sending his now hard ball of snow into the stallions rump. He bucked harshly, sending Siana over her saddle and over his head till the back of her slammed into a snow bank. Standing besides her, the stallion sniffed her hair as War walked over to lean down in her face.

“How are you ready for battle when you cannot even sit a buck?” Turning her body around so her belly pressed against already compressed snow, Siana glared up at him.

“You did that on purpose.” Snapping her jaw at him, nodding War grabbing her upper arm lifting her with his rising legs.

“Yes, and my point was made.” Standing next to him as both hands of his held her shoulders, Siana looked up still not pleased of being thrown from her horse.

“That doesn’t prove I am not ready.” She pressed once more, War moved his face a little closer to hers.

“Why do you wish to see the rise and fall of man? The blood that will never stop flowing from your blade, the pain of never ridding yourself of the screams from your victims?” His head moved from side to side slowly, as if searching for a deeper answer within herself. Siana watched him carefully, her only answer the one he’d drawn her up to believe.

“Isn’t that why you made me? To kill.” The emotion she saw clearing flash within his eyes was held longer than ever before, and as his lips moved to share a untold secret Siana wished she’d not said those words to hearing his.

“I made you what you are, to save you. Nothing more.” Helping her back in the saddle they picked up back where they’d left off. Siana keeping her questions to herself, as his training continued. They worked till the sun began to awaken, their walk back towards smoking chimneys was a silent one.

Watching from the doorway, War gave her instructions to place a blanket on the stallion. Keeping him from getting cold after sweating some with their lesson, Siana nodded pulling one from the self placing it over his large grey body. She walked back over to War standing before him with an outstretched hand, containing his cloak.

“Thank you” She said looking away as he took it from her, only to watch Siana walk back to her horse. His fingers gripped its fabric tightly. The idea she’d thought he’d made her to be nothing more than some killing maiden, broke something deep within his soul. Slipping his cloak on, War groaned softly to the heat while smelling of only her.

How she still smelled of a summers storm in the dead of winter War was clueless, but it calmed his dark side bringing a light air about skin. He swore once she became the rightful owner to the grey, he’d show her something he’d not shown anyone else.

Saban leaned against the window frame in the room with the great wall. His eyes bored with the same scenery, all white, nothing but white covered everything. He longed for color, greens, reds and blues. A small grin slipped onto his lips, to the bluest eyes within the manor, belonging to one woman able to contain the ocean within herself. Siana.

Turning boots around toward a door leading straight into the hallways, Saban opened it just as Siana stepped into the hallway. Her eyes shimmered with light and dark blues, each flicker of flame from near by candle light caught flecks of gold deeply embedded within her iris.

“Siana, how goes your training?” He gave her a welcoming smile to ensure he’s conversation was nothing more than polite behavior. She gave him a small smile, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear.

“Its well, thank you Master Saban.” Turning his smile into a chuckle, he followed her a little bit down the hall.

“No need for formalities Siana, Saban will be fine with me.” She nodded once, speaking calmly though he caught the hesitation within her eyes.

“Very well Saban.” She continued to move seeing a bit confused as to why he followed so closely, yet said nothing of it bothering her.

“You were not at supper this evening...are you ill?” A concerned look crept past his smile, keeping both eyes to her even while walking.

“No.” She mused quietly with a toss of her head. He took note on how she seemed to be watching everyone as they watched her. A few youngster rushed by, one shoving Siana’s leg to give him a push off from the rest of the group. It had her crossing legs, a movement she was not prepared for, and without warning she made a distressed sound falling to the ground.

Grabbing her arm Saban pulled her roughly sending them both into a wall, Siana’s body firmly pressed against his chest. Looking up when her eyes dared to peek at the sudden feeling of soft versus hard, Saban watched as raging seas widened.

“Must be more careful, youngsters tend to have a good bit of strength.” He chuckled giving her a smile. With a slow nod Siana agreed, only to push off his quickly to a sound so deadly it had Saban wanting to back down. War looked sinful in his own right, but when standing mere feet from both he towarded.

“To bed Siana” He ordered without any hesitation or remorse for her feelings, when the mere words sounded like blades crashing against one another. Excusing herself from Saban’s presents Siana whisked away, vanishing deeper into dark shadows.

War walked with a predatory stance coming to stand facing towards his chambers, only allowing one eye to peer at Saban. Squaring shoulders off to meet War’s, Saban held his ground. He’d nothing to be shameful for, nothing at all.

“Do you not have a Lavoro to tend to Saban?” War growled allowing the slow moving of silver to pierce his iris. The deadly warning to back down didn’t go unnoticed, but Saban was starting to see just what had the man all worked up.

“I do, but one cannot resist the smell of beautiful before charging into battle.” Turning to face back towards the door to the wall, Saban lined his shoulders with War’s. Far from equally matched as War was far taller, wider and even deadlier without a weapon, Saban used his tongue to best the man of so few words.

“But perhaps your eyes are broken, to seeing so much beauty.” He walked off leaving War alone with thoughts and shadows, something he was well known to liking. Since a man like War never loved a thing.

He ignored the jab of a silver tongued man, instead leaving to return to his chambers. The notion Margarette had been right all along vexed War further, Saban had never taken an interest in speaking to woman before. All thought him to be bored of their fancier ways, most unable to even sit a horse never mind ride one willingly.

Taking it as a bad signs War shoved open his door, finding Siana sitting on his bed already in a long shirt. His shirt to be exact. Looking up under hooded eyelashes she chewed the inside of her cheek, a positively innocent gesture that had him frozen to floor boards.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But mine...does not fit properly.” She blushed hard, causing his temperature to rise before acknowledging her words.

“What do you mean, properly?” It was a shirt, how does one not fit properly, he rubbed his head moving closer to her. She made a motion with a finger around her body, as if that would explain clearly what the problem she spoke of was. War frowned crossing his arms.

“Speak Siana, do not wave your finger over your body.” She chewed her cheek more.

“It doesn’t fit right.” War growled grabbing her shirt from off the top of his chair, tossing it at her he pointed to the bathroom for her to change. Siana blinked rapidly, the confused look smeared over her delicate face one hard to look away from. When her lips parted to protest he growled out again, while pointing to the room for her to change.

With red hot cheeks Siana did as he instructed, shaking his head to her, he dropped into the favorite of chairs kicking off his boots. He heard a low whine from behind his bathroom door, and with a grunt he leaned back resting his head against its frame.

“Siana, I am tired stop whining and go to bed.” War growled, his patients already past their breaking point for this evening. Coming a few feet from the door he gave her one warning.

“But it..” She tried again, only to end in silence.

“Complain once more, and I shall drag you out of there. Now come out.” The door handle twisted, and a very meek looking Siana slipped out,she held in one hand out stretched to him,his shirt while the other tugged at the rising hem of her own. Carefully taking his shirt back, War wished he’d of not. For his mind began to move with eyes up long slender legs which curved with powerful muscles, her now free hand trying to aid its tugging on between thighs.

She had been positively right about the shirt not fitting properly, it left very little for the mind to draw up on. Hugging her waistline tighter than a mother to cubs, every tug to hide her purity seemed to nearly spill her breasts from its restricting top. No matter what she did, she’d not win against that shirt.

“I told you” She whispered still holding onto blushed cheeks. He gulped not really listening to her, as his mind began to play what if tricks. Each one more erotic than the last, till finally his mind slipped into one that seemed to be his undoing. Idea’s of dropping his shirt while making it in two strides to her, deepened the mind to push her back against a wall giving both hands a chance to grab her collars.

Before her eyes widened more he’d of shredded the shirt in two, clearly giving his eyes a better feast to the one the shirt hid from them. By then he’d of had her, legs wrapped around his hips giving his hands free range to her body whenever it suited him best. The gifted sounds she’d make to his mouth moving along her neck and shoulders would be that of heavenly, breathless calls of his name leaving lush lips were far more real than he could with stand.

Holding her as close as he wished was only part of the joy, able to taste, smell and enjoy her they way he wished was far more pleasing than he’d like to admit. Another call of his name, this one far more aggressive. He grinned slightly against her neck, giving his caines a change to extended before pushing into the soft of her neck. Hearing her scream out his name, caused his head to shake.

“WAR?” Siana stomped her foot with a heavy glare. “Are you listening to me?” She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes as he blinked rapidly. The vision far more real than he thought possible, even the sounds of her calling him had aided in creating a paradise like state of mind. He handed her his shirt back, better not to risk it he thought silently.

Once she took the shirt he again motioned for her to change, she turned slowly watching him as if she knew what his mind had drawn up. That in itself was terrifying, if she did know he’d go to battle and never return, not willing to face her because of it. With a confused look Siana turned back into the room, leaving War to hold down a moan. He cursed that horrible shirt, for the moment she’d stopped tugging it downward it rose, giving him a taste of what sat upon that grey stallion. He looked away immediately, shoving skin between his thumb and finger deep within his mouth. either the gods were playing with him, or it just wasn’t his day to be had.