HW Snippet

She looked across at him and his white cloak was golden in the setting sun, making it seem as though he simply faded into the landscape, the pale rider on a pale horse slipping through the sands of time, and suddenly she knew that she had to have him. She always hated the way the other men looked at him; as weak for his thin frame, as soft for his strategies and plans, as easily overlooked for his compromises. She knew differently and she knew that to save him for herself, she would have to brand him at this very moment. The others though that they could afford to wait, that his loyalty to brothers was firm, or that he wasn't valuable enough to be concerned with. To her, he was valuable beyond belief. She was the only one among them who recognized how much he had to give, and how much she need him. To each he gave something different, to Kronos he gave strategy, to Caspian he gave balance and direction, to Silas he gave belonging and kindness, and to her he gave what she most desired, he gave his
knowledge. But he was a wise teacher - he never gave her everything, or at least he never allowed her to believe that he had given everything, and so her desire was never satisfied. She wanted to bury her hands inside him mind and rip out every shred of information that he had ever withheld, but short of that, she wanted to brand herself on him so deeply that the slow, torturous exchange would never end. She had to be sure that he would be hers to plunder forever.