As she woke from her dream, she would find her Sabre sat by the fireside, as Demons did not sleep. He turned to her with a knowing smile, he had seen her dream and he had watched it with interest.
"Did you enjoy your ride my Honey Flower?" He said softly.
"Such a powerful stallion you rode...such a sweet prey you sought to catch."
He rose and come to sit on the edge of the bed, as handsome as he had been in the night, so he was by the day. The sun through the dusty window caught his moonlight hair and his eyes were as black as obsidian. His shirt was back on him but not yet buttoned giving him a rakish quality.
"We have much work to be about Flori my darling!" He whispered in her ear softly.
"If we are to catch our prey."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips, gently and sweetly, and gestured to the table by the door.
"I took the liberty of sending for breakfast, there are pastries, cheeses, bread and meat and some warm beverage that the maid sat genteel ladies fancy in the morning."
There on the table were the platters of food he promised and a silvery pot that steamed with a fragrant aroma.
"I have Demons to catch Flori and you have a slave to snare...I want it done by sundown....so we can go to our new home." He said in a low seductive voice.
"I want to see you flourish my love....I want to see your power grow.....I want to see you make him lower than a slave....I want to see you ride your pretty pony to exhaustion....I want these things Flori....I want to see you break Jelenis....I want you to sit at my side...my queen."