Detective Liam Niles: The Diarium of Lady Tauna Drake- Second Edition by BONITA HIGHLEY - HTML preview

The sun beamed a soft glow ray into the room of the great hall.

Tauna stood in questionable mode. “And Detective Niles, what are we here for?”

Liam, grasping hold of two swords. “ We, are here, so I can teach you the fine art of swordplay. So you can learn to protect yourself. He gave her a sword.

Tauna, taking the sword. “My father has already taught me.”

Liam, looking straight at her. “Your father taught you as a young lady as beginner, until your mother took you into her world training you to be a fine mannered Lady of the chapel. Now, I’m going to finish what your father had started. En garde.” He poised himself in front of her, his feet into position, his sword raised pointing toward her.

Tauna, with a cocky expression. “And how do you know about that?”

Liam, with a slight dimpled wry. “Because, I’m your detective. Sword up.”

Tauna, places her feet into his same shown position. Her sword pointing opposition to his.

Liam, step by step slowly began to continue her training, with each move as a reminder of what her father established, then taking advanced steps toward her sword with slight to louder parry clinks of clashing blades.

Tauna, being reminded of her father’s first trainer, in cocky manner, whipped her sword at him as like a child.

Liam, hit her sword harder, knocking her sword from her hand. “Touch’e.” His face with serious look. “Pick up.”

Tauna, with an ugly expression, picked up her sword, poised herself, her sword at him again.

Liam, poised, once again stood instructing her. “Again.” Taking a wider lunging step toward her.

Tauna, once again blocking his sword against her sword.

Liam, parried back at her sword. “Keep your balance, parry, parry, Hold your defense” “Extend, lunge at me.”

Tauna, getting a slight steel lashing hit on her side and pulls away fast.

Liam continued. “Don’t be reckless Tauna, missing just ONE PARRY can be YOUR fatal blow, PAY ATTENTION and protect yourself! Now, once again.” He lunged hard at her.

Tauna, parried her sword at his sword, blocking the hit, once, twice, thrice, with improvement steps as they continued to perfect the art of swordplay, then, her well trained movements with ease and grace, her hair flowing around her shoulders in her own experience, then intermediately integrating into his experience. Their shared advanced stance, they come face to face, as though in a state of mesmerized meditation, becoming one with each other, practicing their rounds around each other, over and over again, until, he quickly raised his sword in endeavored cross sword of winner over her, pushing her up against the wall. Staring at her, coming an inch of her face. She stared back into his. Heavy breath against heavy breath in a moment of time they stood, they met each other’s match. In another moment of time, their eyes in serious contemplation to one another.

Liam, satisfied, looking her over with care. “Well done Tauna. Well done. You are now dismissed.”

Tauna, loosening her grip.

Liam, once again pushing up against her. “NEVER let your guard down.” He lovingly looked at her with instruction. “Never.” He loosened his grip upon her, their swords to their sides, then reached his hand out to gently touch her soft face. “I will inform your father of your achievement. You have done, very well.” For a moment in time, he lovingly gazed upon her, turn to leave the room

Tauna, keeping her eyes on him. “Liam.”

Liam, looking back at her, seeing her need of him, retraces his steps back to her in his need for her, drops his sword to the floor as he clamps his hands upon her face, grasping his mouth upon hers in tenderness.

Tauna, dropping her sword next to his, lovingly grasps his arms.

Liam, pulls away, takes another look, then leaves the room.

Tauna, watching him leave with much respect for him as gentleman. And with much need of him.