Miles From Where You Are
Hey Guys sorry for the long wait but Finally here is Chapter 2 of my fic.. Sending ch3
to my betas tonight and i should have it back and ready to post in a few days.. anywasy
I Hope you guys Enjoy..
Comments and Feedbacks are Always Welcomed =)
ps. When i wrote this i had no idea they were going to bring back kahlan's sister..that is
why she isn't in the Fic Sadly to say =P
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Chapter 2
Kahlan took a leisurely stroll on to her balcony, gazing at the brightness of the moon and stars as she moved from one side of the open space to the other. She fingered the necklace that Richard had placed around her neck, remembering her vow to never remove it as she clutched it tightly. Richard had given it to her when she had left D'Hara. She missed him so much her heart ached.
Kahlan wished Richard was beside her and not miles away. Although she knew his advice was wise, encouraging her to return to the people of Aydindril who needed her, it did not ease the need she had for him in her heart and soul. Too much time already had been lost to them since they had found a way to truly share their love, which is why she never wanted to be parted from him.
In the past three months Kahlan had accomplished a lot. She had cleared most of the stacked paperwork that had been left unattended prior to her arrival. She had met with all the prisoners who had committed serious crimes and needed confessions. Among her initial concerns was finding the appropriate staff people who could be relied upon to continue the ongoing tedious tasks.
Today Kahlan was very exhausted from dealing with the three newest prisoners who had been brought in for confession. She had turned in the night before earlier than usual. Her heart and soul were weary of waiting for Richard to return to her as he had promised so long ago.
She knew that living and working conditions in D’Hara had been more out of control than in Aydindril. According to the letters she had received from him, Richard had made a lot of progress including suspension of the kidnapping and torturing of young girls for the Mord-Sith. Also with help of new staff, he had found food and shelter for many families displaced by Darken Rahl.
Richard had diminished the stacks of daily reports from the D'Haran commanders as they evaluated the needs of the people and their villages. Kahlan was very proud of everything Richard had accomplished during his occupation of D'Hara. Now she waited for the letter that would tell her when he was coming home. The past three months had been torture.
It took all of Kahlan’s will power not to get on a horse with Cara and ride off on the month long journey to see him. At this moment in time she cared about nothing more than just to be with him. Kahlan knew in her heart Richard was suffering as much as she was.
A rider had brought mail from D’Hara; a letter awaited Kahlan as she walked
into her bedchamber. She quickly tore it open and read:
“My Dearest Kahlan,
These past three months have been the loneliest in my life. I pray the Good Spirits give me the strength to complete my tasks as soon as possible so that I may return to you soon. I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate being without you because every second of every day you’re always on my mind and always in my heart. I miss you so much. I promise I will come home to you.
Love always and forever, You’re Richard”
Kahlan clutched the treasured letter in her hand as she made her way to the bed. She read it again touching Richard’s amulet near her heart. Kahlan lay quietly and looked out the doors to the balcony."Please Dear Spirits,” she whispered, "Watch over Richard. Let him be safe and warm this night and all others until we’re back together, and I can hold him in my arms again,” Kahlan prayed
As she drifted off to sleep with Richard's talisman nestled securely within the palm of her hand.
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Richard’s messenger returned and told Richard that he had personally delivered the letter to Kahlan. Richard couldn’t wait to be off, the sooner he got to Aydindril the sooner he got to Kahlan; but there was still one thing he needed to do. Richard asked his seamstress if there was time to make an outfit or two that he could wear for a special occasion.
“Ah for your wedding Lord Rahl?’’ The seamstress asked.
“Yes, for my wedding.’’ Richard smile at the seamstress's response.
“I think I can come up with something you could wear although it may take a day or two.’’ she replied.
“Make it a day. I leave at first light tomorrow to be with my future wife. I’m sorry to rush you, but I have been apart from her long enough.’’ Richard said with sadness in his voice.
“I understand Lord Rahl. The Mother Confessor is a very lucky woman to have a man as special as you. I’ll get right to work.”
A small smile slowly crossed Richard’s lips as he stared at the old woman. “Thank you”
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The next morning Richard rushed to the seamstress’s chambers to see how his outfits were coming along. When he got there he was greeted by her; she had two outfits ready for him.
One outfit included a black shirt that looked like the woods guide shirt he always wore; but this one was made out of silk, and down the middle of the opening there were gold symbols. It came with black pants and black leather boots, a black long cape with the same symbols that were on his shirt and last was a golden belt strap for the Sword of Truth.
The second one she told him was for his wedding. It included a dark blue silk shirt with sliver symbols running down the opening, black leather boots with sliver symbols around them…which part of the boot… a silver belt for the Sword of Truth; and a dark blue cape with the same sliver symbols as his shirt and boots.
Richard couldn’t believe how wonderful both outfits looked; he loved them equally. The seamstress leaned closer to Richard seeing the shock in his eyes. “Your future wife told me your favorite color was blue and that she loved seeing you in it. So I thought I’d make an outfit with your favorite color so you can surprise her.” She said with a smile on her lips.
Richard hugged the old woman and said “Thank you so much. I know Kahlan is going to love them as much as I do.’’
“Well Lord Rahl you had better be off now. I believe you’re future wife is getting a little impatient since you haven’t come to her yet.’’
“Yes, yes on my way now thank you; just let me change into the gold outfit first.’’
“Wise choice... my Lord, Wise choice.’’
As soon as Richard put on his new outfit, he rode out of D’Hara with a dozen D'Haran soldiers escorting him to Aydindril. He couldn’t help but think of Kahlan, a day without her was like a year without rain; he didn’t know how he survived three month without her. But finally with every passing second he was one step closer to her.
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Three days had passed since Kahlan had received mail from D’Hara. She knew it took the messengers weeks to deliver the messages. Kahlan hoped another letter would arrive soon.
She walked through the front doors with Cara right at her heel to her office, to check for the latest reports and courier messages. They would usually be placed atop her stack of work papers.
On this particular day Kahlan noticed a small letter pouch with a red RR seal on the corner of her desk. Kahlan realized that she had stopped breathing. Had the Good Spirits heard her prayers three nights ago?
Kahlan didn’t notice Cara standing in front of her until she spoke, “Well what does it say?’’ Cara asked startling Kahlan out of her thoughts.
Kahlan reached for the letter opening it to read. In a breathless voice she could barely say his name: “Richard... Richard…”
“Lord Rahl what…?” Cara again interrupted Kahlan. “Mother Confessor say something!’’
Kahlan took a deep breath to calm her jittery voice, “Richard is coming!’’