"Then why is your heart beating like a war drum?" Rian whispered, and lightly pressed his palm to Kael's chestplate.
A peace treaty requires a "gift" from the rival, nomadic Solari tribe. Instead of gold, they send Rian , the tribe's banished war-shaman. Rian is a paradox: slender, soft-spoken, and bearing no visible weapons. Yet, he carries a small, worn drum and a gaze that seems to see through Kael's armor. The Courtship Of A Warrior -Yaoi-
"I don't know how to love," Kael whispered—a confession more vulnerable than any wound. "Then why is your heart beating like a war drum
Rian smiles. "I am here to court you, General. Not with swords, but with the old ways." Kael found Rian in the training yard at midnight, tracing patterns in the dirt with a single finger. Rian is a paradox: slender, soft-spoken, and bearing
Kael stilled. No one had ever spoken of his shadow.
Kael scoffs. "They send me a poet instead of a warrior?"