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Sub Rosa
By : LdyKiram
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Chapter 1: And the Story Begins...At a Wedding.
"This is going to be a beautiful wedding!" Bira said, getting her children ready.
The women smiled at each other. There was a lot of preparation going into this, so much that there were guests from other villages coming. The soon-to-be bride pinched her cheeks. The sun began to rise not too long ago; even early in the morning everyone was alert and preparing.
"Nervous, are we?" Alitzah teased.
"No...No...No, just shaken with joy!" she exclaimed.
"You'll be fine. We all get a little... 'Shaken with joy'" Elianna assured her.
"Girls, I hope you're nearly ready." Adara came into the room, holding the hand of her oldest grandson. Elianna smiled and gently grabbed her son's hand. As they left, Adara could hear her eldest daughter excusing herself.
"We'll be ready, mother. There is still time" Bira said. Her mother shook her head.
"Ah...excuse me..." another older woman came into the room and Adara moved out the way.
"Hello!" both Bira and Alitzah said.
The bride smiled at the woman, speaking as she hugged her. "I'm so glad you were able to come!"
"It was so nice of you to invite my son and his company and I," she replied.
The girls looked at one another. "Oh, I am so sorry! Bira, Alitzah and Adara, this is Miriam. She and her son are guests of my husband—oops, I mean soon-to-be husband," the bride explained.
Adara and Miriam smiled and greeted each other, as well as Bira and Alitzah. The girls decided they were done and left the bride and the older women. The bride waved goodbye to Alitzah and Bira. The she asked Miriam and Adara to leave. She being more then ready, just wanted to get over her nerves be alone. The two women left the young bride and strolled about the area where the wedding would soon start.
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She had run nearly all night through the desert, the only things she had were the clothes on her back. Tears that had stained her face were now dried marks near her eyes. She ran anywhere but there It was her only chance. In Rome she knew no one: not a friend, not an acquaintance—no one! Her breaths were short; she tried to get as far as she could before her body quit on her. After many years, the Romans finally came back to Israel, and while they slept she snuck out and left, not taking anything with her. She didn't want to risk it. She didn't even say goodbye to anyone that had been nice to her, but they would understand. She reached a well that was usually used for watering animals; looking in it she saw nothing. It had dried up. She even attempted to wave her hand above the watering spot. Nothing.
Luckily, leaving in the middle of the night gave her a head start before the sun came and the guards noticed her missing. The town the Romans were close to wasn't too far from her hometown. Fixing her outfit, she continued on towards town. Picking up her pace after a few steps, the warm air blew past her body.
"I can make it," she breathed, touching her legs. Walking from Saab to Cana wasn't an impossible task, but it sure felt like it, especially alone.
As she wrapped her arms around herself, the young girl thought about the last few years of her life. It all seemed so unbelievable. At twelve years old, the man her parents had met; bought her, who was decent at first. He seemed very wealthy, paying more than the actual bride price, which was only 50 shekels. But then the truth showed its ugly face; his real family was supposedly in a lot of debt with the law. In return for tricking her family, he was paid off and she was given to some royal Roman. The girl never thought about that at the time; she was so angry and bitter at the turn of events, she blamed her parents for doing this to her. And not too long after finding out who her actual suitor was, they were off to Rome. There were some up and downs to living in a foreign land. For one, she didn't know anyone or speak the language. It was difficult for her to understand what they wanted of her. Eventually, she learned the language in a surprising way.
The style of clothing was new and scary to her. So much skin showed. Did these people have no respect for themselves? The young lady once thought. But she came to learn to embrace and love their clothes. She had so much more freedom in a way, at least compared to her upbringing. The outfit she wore was white with subtle glints of gold. It was nearly see-through in a way. It fabric clung to her hips like a long skirt, except the presence of a long slit exposed her left leg publicly. The skirt was attached to a thin, metal-like belt resting just below her navel. The young woman's entire midsection was out; her skin glowed in the dim sunlight. The only things covered were her breasts. They were bound beneath a white cotton-like fabric. A golden chain sewn in the sides of the fabric clasped together, the hook-lock rested on the center of her back. In a halter top fashion another set of thin golden chains sewn in the fabric, draped on her shoulder blades and was locked securely behind her neck. Kitra's arms were also adorned with various bracelets and gold trinkets, and her ears decorated with blue gem-encrusted earrings. Truth be told, she was forced to wear this to be humiliated because of how disrespectful she was. If anything at all, she loved not having to cover herself. As much as the men there would stare, they didn't heckle her about treat her any different than one of many slaves there. But that's beside the point. At home, they would shout names like "whore" or whatever else they could think of. They degraded her worth, her self-being, her life. She stopped walking.
Her hair was kept in a single braid that wrapped around itself like a bun.
If this was such the case, why was she going back there? Why? No one knew she had returned and who would ever find out?
She sighed. The only reason she ran off was because she was being forced to marry someone. Even in Rome, it was uncommon for a girl her age to go without a husband. And that, that brought back all those memories of her parents making her marry some guy. Even after all these years, hearing the word marriage gave her body chills. Nineteen...I am nineteen. I'm all alone—no husband, no children, no family. Again she started to walk. That's probably why she was returning toCana. She felt alone, and all her family was in that town. She missed them and she was willing to go back, regardless of what the people would say just to see her. Then, after that, she'd leave.
That was her plan.
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The two Romans stood outside the entrance of their prince's room. Both men looked at each other nervously, not entirely sure what to do at that point. This wasn't the first time they were in trouble.
"Who's gonna tell him?"
"Not me!" the second guard said in a high-pitched voice. "I... I mean not me." He deepened his voice.
"Someone has to!"
As luck would have it, a new guard was strolling by. Both of them called him over. He had just started before the ship sailed to this land. Figuring, the royal heir would be easier on the new guy, they explained the situation to him. He didn't seem bothered by it. Thankfully, he agreed to enter the chamber and report the news to him.
"Thank the Gods; I don't know if I could have done it."
"Same here, I mean we were supposed to watch her..."
Both men had fallen asleep for a minute, well almost an hour in reality, when a loud noise from her room woke them up. They rushed into her room, if one could call it that, and found no one there. Since then, both of them were weary of reporting it to him. Who knew what would happen to them?
"I just realized something..."
"Yeah?"
"We just hit the shore...how did she escape?"
"Swimming?"
"Hebrew slaves can swim?" He sounded so surprised as if that was impossible. "Tsk tsk tsk. What is this world coming to?"
The guard simply shrugged his shoulders. Minutes of silence drifted over them. They were worried about the new guy. But when he came out, he told him the prince wanted them.
"Look, just act calm and collected, alright?"
"S-su-sure th-thing!"
Eventually they entered the room; the prince had his back towards his Romans staff, his eyes looking out the small round window; soft amber eyes stared out into the land of these human people, these Hebrews.
"Liviu. Lucian." He spoke bitterly, turning his eyes to them. Lucian stood there breathing incredibly hard, while Liviu shook his head. Then he cleared his throat and had their attention, without Lucian's cowardliness.
Both of them stood there, quietly answering, "Yes."
"I would love to know how a slave with no education managed to slip by you?"
"Well, you see—"
"I wouldn't say she slipped by us—"
"It's just that...well, you know..."
"Things happen," both Liviu and Lucian said at the same time.
The prince laughed for a split second, "Well, one thing is true," he paused, his voice filled with anger, "if you don't find her and bring her back to me before I leave this wretched land, 'things' will 'happen' to both of you!" He yelled, slamming his fist down on the table in front of him. Both guards jumped in their place and managed to tell him they would find her right away, though they stood perfectly still. The prince gave them an annoyed look and told them, "Standing there isn't going to find that slave any faster!"
"Oh r-right!" They both said, and then looked at each other. "Where do we start?" Lucian asked.
"How about in Ptolemais, where we just landed at! And ask someone if they've seen, oh I don't know, a girl just running through town!"
"Ah! Oh okay!" Lucian spoke, half frightened. Both of them left.
The prince placed his hand on his forehead, sighing deeply, "Such a pain..."
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"I can do this." She encouraged herself, standing a few feet from the gates. It was high noon and the heat had gotten to her. She was very lucky to have run into a group of travelers heading her way, and they let her ride one of the donkeys. She kept the animal close with the group, because she thought that maybe walking so close to one of them no one would recognize her or notice her outfit.
The girl looked around; this place hadn't changed much since she'd left. Was that a good thing though? "What did you all have in mind in this town?" she asked.
One of them answered, "A wedding."
She blinked her light eyes, then smiled, "Oh, I—" Kitra spotted a guard and hid behind one of the taller boys. When the guard didn't spot her, she stood up and let out a huge breath of relief. The group gave her strange looks. "As I was saying, can I tag along with you? To the wedding?"
They looked at each other, "I don't think you Romans would enjoy a wedding like ours."
Confused, she frowned. Then it clicked. "Oh, I'm not a Roman! I...well it's a long story, but I'm actually from Cana," she explained, but none of them believed her.
Still, they didn't tell her not to come, so she smiled and clapped her hands. Yes! I'm finally going to get a taste of the food I was used to! I do hope they have the same things like at my sisters' weddings, like yogurt I can mix with dried fruits! OH! Though her excitement was contained, on the inside she was living a fantasy of wonderful flavors and smells from her childhood. But she still kept out of sight from the Roman guards.
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"You have beautiful daughters," Miriam started.
Adara smiled, "Thank you, it wasn't easy raising them." She laughed, and then explained the one that left before she came was her eldest daughter, Elianna. Miriam pointed out her son, who was among a group of men around his age, talking about walking around. Adara nodded, "Is he your only?"
"No, I have others as well: Two daughters and five sons," Miriam told her. They kept walking at a slow pace. "Do you have any sons?"
"Yes, I have one. He's not here yet with his wife and children, but he will be."
"Oh, I can't imagine having three daughters and one son. It must've been quite exciting!"
Adara laughed, "Well, I have four daughters, to be honest Miriam."
Miriam blinked then glanced around, "Really, have I met her yet?"
Adara went silent on the subject; Miriam wanted to ask if she was coming but the expression on Adara's face filled with sorrow. "I-I have to get to my husband," she said quickly before leaving.
Miriam tried to talk to her, but Adara was gone. She frowned. Was this child of hers dead?
Wiping her eyes, Adara checked on her well-aged husband, who was trying to keep up with his grandchildren. "Eri..." He stopped what he was doing and turned to his wife. "It'll be starting soon," she nearly whispered.
He knew better; Adara only got quiet when anything about their youngest child was mentioned.
.~.
On his way to his usual work, Eri spotted the man he met last night. A smile on his face emerged as he thought. 'This is the man I pictured for Kitra.' As he walked over there—as if losing a few seconds of work would hurt—he saw the man was talking to another woman. Eri grew suspicious of this, and began walking at a much faster rate. "The man had showed up this morning—very early...He said he was going to show Kitra their ne—" the man smiled as he placed his hand on the woman's small swollen belly, and another child—about six—popped out behind the woman.
Eri had enough. He grabbed the man's collar and held him against the wall. The woman told Eri to let go of him as her small fists pulled on his clothes, trying to pull this man off her husband. "My husband has done nothing wrong, what is wrong with you! Are you possessed?" She yelled then looked at her spouse.
Eri's mind registered what she said. "Husband? You told us you had no wife, no children, yet here you are."
The man struggled to get free, but Eri was a bit stronger than him. "Where is my daughter?" he shouted.
"What is this man speaking of?" the woman asked, clearly confused.
People were starting to stare.
"Where is Kitra?"
"My husband does not have your daughter! How can you a—" He held his hand up to stop her from speaking.
"I-I'm sorry, but he said he would help if I did him a favor," The man simply claimed, no longer moving.
"What?" Eri asked, then shook him. "Where—who!"
"I never got his name, but he knew you would not agree to it, no matter how much he offered," the man nearly screamed.
Eri wanted to hit this man, but eventually he spilled everything. Some Roman man was interested in his daughter, but he had to go back to his homeland. Of course, Eri and Adara would never agree to let their youngest be betrothed to some foreigner, especially one who would take her away forever. So the Roman had overheard that this man was in debt and needed the money to keep supporting his growing family. The man didn't want to do it at first, but with another baby on the way, he was desperate. The Roman prince gave him the money and a little more for the price of Eri's daughter. Once it was all on track, all he had to do was get Kitra to the prince and the deal was done.
Eri dropped the man, asking him where she was. The man quietly responded they were already on the boat back to Rome. His wife looked at him in horror almost, but still stayed by his side.
"How could you? Not once did you think about the pain you would bring us! Why" He yelled.
The man said nothing.
"You could've brought her back and gave this man his money!" He continued.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's just…" he tear up, "I didn't mean to cause you harm but I…I…just – I can't even get her voice out of me head!" He spoke, "the whole time the Roman was taking her, she begged him to stop. To leave her with her family, I never seen a girl fight so much. Please forgive me!" He pleaded.
Eri wanted to hit this man, he did not deserve forgiveness. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. His child and wife were here. "God may forgive you, but I can't." Eri was speechless after that. He walked away, his thoughts could only imagine what was going through his child's mind. It wasn't only that but what would he tell his wife? His sons and daughters?
What broke him the most was before she left, Kitra said she wanted to stay. She didn't want to leave her family yet, but he insisted.
Eri couldn't work that day, his mind wouldn't let him. The news of it was to terrible. When he returned home early Adara was concern.
"Dear, what's wrong are you sick?" She felt his forehead, "You feel fine but your face is so pale."
He grabbed his wife's hands. He didn't know if he had the strength or courage to tell her. "Adara…" he began, with a deep sorrow in his voice. When he started, his first words being "Kitra is…" Adara broke down. She cried. Silently he cried as well.
.~.
The old man sighed; there hadn't been a moment where he wished they weren't forcing this so much. But tradition is tradition; it's how they live. Though still, had they listened that time, what would've been now?
"Sabaaa, I can't find him!" his grandson yelled.
"I'm coming...I'm coming." Eri said. breaking out of his thoughts.
Time seemed to go by fast during weddings. Everyone enjoyed the ceremony and food—maybe a little too much, but it was pleasant, beautiful. It had everything. Both bride and bridegroom were happy for the successful event. Alitzah and Bira sung a few songs here and there and when Chasin finally came, he joined in as well. Adara, when she finally brightened up, talked for a while with Miriam again, apologizing for her behavior. Miriam decided not to press on the issue any further. They had a great time…if it wasn't for the part of the wine running out. Not wanting the bride or bridegroom to be embarrassed, Miriam hurried over to her son for help.
Outside of the gathering, Kitra watched. She spotted her siblings a few times, saw how happy they were and so carefree. She frowned. Why'd I come back? she asked herself. Was there a point? They all moved on with their lives, and here she was trying to get back lost time. They probably thought she was fine. At that moment, it felt like a void had grown in her. So empty.
I don't even know what to do. If I go back to that jerk, I'll either be punished, killed, or worse...I'll have to marry him! Kitra covered her face with her palms, shaking her head. Why, oh why! Kitra turned around and headed in the direction of one of the back alleys.
"Hey! You!"
Kitra froze in her place; she didn't want to turn around, though the man calling her seemed to disagree as he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn. His light blue eyes stared intensely at her. "What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at her outfit and features.
"...I...I..." Kitra was stunned. She was glad it was one of the stupid Roman guards from around here and not the slave catchers.
"I asked you a question," he demanded.
Kitra forced herself from his grip and backed away, "Look, it's not your business what I am doing. Maybe you need to focus on your job instead!"
"It is my business when you Jews wear our clothing!" he spat at her.
"W-what! M-me? I'm not a Jew...I'm...just Jew-ish. See...not...the whol—" she turned around to run.
The Roman went to grab her again, except this time Kitra kicked her left leg into his stomach, causing him to lean over in slight pain. Enough time for her to get away. She ran past him, watching as he was still kneeling over. Smiling—and not paying attention—Kitra ran into another person, knocking them down and causing a scene. Most of the people whispered about it. Some shook their heads in shame before walking away. The men were especially curious as to what the man the strange girl ran into would do to her.
"I-I'm sorry...I wasn't—" She looked at who she was on top of; her light eyes were met with a pair a dark brown eyes.
"Rabbi!" two of the men said.
"Are you alright?" Another came closer and held his hand down to help him up. Kindly the man refused.
Rabbi? Kitra quickly got off him and started to leave, though she was stopped by one of the man's followers. He crossed his arms over his chest, telling her she needed to apologize to him, saying how rude she was and a bunch of other crap Kitra had never heard in her whole life.
She cut him off, "Leave me alone!" She pushed past him, yet again she was stopped.
"Woman! You are being disrespectful—"
"Let her go, Simon," the man gently spoke.
Simon turned around in confusion, "But, she—"
"Simon..." was all he said.
Reluctantly, Simon let Kitra go. She didn't even look at him, just ran off. By the time this was over, most of the wedding guests were looking, including Adara and Miriam. Miriam went over to her son to check on him, though he assured her he was fine. She glanced at her new friend who stood there in shock. The woman went over to her, "Adara...something the matter?" She asked, worried.
Adara's eyes filled with tears. All she whispered was, "...Kitra?"
Miriam blinked a few times. That Roman girl? She didn't see her fully, but did catch a quick glimpse. Adara wanted to go in the direction of the girl, but Miriam stopped her from leaving. "Adara..." Miriam started, but stopped herself as her friend burst into tears. She tried to console her as best she could, so much so her son took notice.
"Rabbi, we leave tonight?" asked one of his followers.
He simply nodded, "No, I think we'll stay another night..." He looked over at his mother and Adara, walking over to them. He knelt down in front of Adara, who looked up at him. "I wish to stay another night in this town; I hope it would be fine to stay with you and your family."
Adara wiped her tears, "Yes, yes you and your company."
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She sat in a secluded spot away from everyone, catching her breath before yelling at herself, Some way to draw attention to yourself! She peeked into the opening; there were a few guards running about, asking where the girl went. This makes no sense. To my people I appear Roman. To the actual Romans, I'm Hebrew! Really! Can this get any more—?
"Excuse me...have you seen a girl about this high, kind of dark...problems listening to men?" Liviu grinned.
Kitra looked out again. She knew that voice. Liviu was speaking with one of the guards and Lucian was standing there like an idiot. Kitra bowed her head down. Oh Lord...why me? Why! She cried in her mind. There was no point in leaving this spot. Kitra lay down, bringing her knees to her chest. She might as well rest until dark. At least in the night, she'll be less noticeable. She yawned and slowly drifted off to sleep.
~.~.~.~.~
The afternoon faded into the evening. Everyone began to go inside for the day. From Adara and Eri's home, which was near the center of the Cana. On top of the roof, you had a decent view of Cana and its inhabitants. Their daughters were getting ready to leave to their husbands' homes.
"Elianna?" The Rabbi asked.
She stopped tending to her daughter and looked over at the older teacher, "Yes?" It was still a little strange to her how he could be so comfortable speaking so plainly to women.
"Your mother," he began, "why did she cry today?" He kind of guessed why, but it would help to know their story.
Elianna sighed, instructing her daughter to help their grandmother. Alitzah and Bira came into the family room of their former home in time for Elianna to speak. They heard from their father that Adara claimed to have seen Kitra, but it would be impossible to confirm as she was no longer there.
"Ever since that incident, mother hasn't quite been herself. She really thinks she saw Kitra."
"Who is Kitra?"
"Well, she's our youngest sister," Bira cut in, "but we haven't seen her in years."
Elianna nodded, and then sat down. "See, our parents were setting her up for another man—"
"Another?" he interrupted, politely.
"Yes, Kitra...was never accepting of the idea of marriage, and she shot the first two down." Alitzah explained, then held a smile on her face. "The first one,was a few years younger than you are now, Rabbi, and well—what did she say, Bira?"
Bira chuckled, "She told him that in order for it to work, they had to talk for hours every day about their feelings, work, and life." Bira gave a small laugh, "She went on about how she felt unjust about marrying him and how bad she felt that her homemaking skills weren't up to par, but promised that one day she'll make a meal where no one died of sickness, claiming there was a younger sibling, but they became ill and...well, they were gone now."
Alitzah covered her mouth, "Which is far from the truth. Kitra's an excellent cook. But that scared him off."
"Oh, then the second one Ima and Aba picked out! Do you remember that one?" Elianna jumped in. Alitzah and Bira laughed.
"Yes!" they both said.
Elianna turned to the Rabbi, "This one was closer to her age, but he didn't even stay long enough to discuss a price—"
"Kitra came from her room, pretending to be some child named Ari—literally acting like a child—"
"Then—then, she became some man, Elisha, demanding us to cater to 'him' and treat 'him' well," Bira finished, giggling.
Alitzah decided to finish it, "When she came to herself, she apologize to the man and told him other people lived in her mind and she never knew which would come out. But she was happy—"
"—That he would love her enough to put up with it!" All three finished at the same time, laughing. "Mother was always so mad at Kitra for running them off," Elianna added, laughing.
He watched as they happily remember their sister, which brought a faint smile to his face. "So she married this third man?"
Suddenly, the laughter was gone and it grew silent. "No...Actually..." Bira started, but couldn't finish.
Elianna took a deep breath, "The man our parents had for her, he already had a family, and as it turned out some Roman man wanted her. So he used this poor man to trick us. Before we could give the price of Kitra back, she was gone. That was seven years ago, though." Elianna's voice cracked.
"Our parents never forgave themselves for it.," Alitzah mumbled.
He could see the sadness clearly on their faces. Bira and Alitzah wiped their faces off, "So you see, mother couldn't have seen Kitra; she's not around."
"Kitra's probably very happy where she is now and maybe has a few children with her, running around." Bira said. She tried to wrap her mind around the fantasy of Kitra being happy, rather than being miserable.
"But what if she did see—"
"I don't mean to be rude, Rabbi, but that's not possible." Elianna said. "What's done is done. We can't change it..."
"Thing is, she's not really our sister. But to us she—" Bira was blankly speaking when Elianna stopped her.
"What do you mean?" he asked, curious about this.
Elianna sighed, "We found her about fifteen years ago, abandoned in this cart. Mother never told her, but we think she knows. We were on our way back from Jerusalem because of Passover." She explained.
"Did...you ever try—"
"We have. But no one heard a thing about a missing girl. So we took her in and she became our sister ever since," Alitzah butted in.
No more questions were asked after that, and the three of them left with their children in hand. He sat there looking out the window for some time. Deep in thought, Yeshua looked around the room, his followers had drifted to sleep already. So had Adara and Eri. Moments later, Miriam had awoken and saw her son just sitting there, looking out the window.
"Yeshua? Are you not tired?" she asked.
After a moment, he stood up and headed outside. "I'll be back..." he whispered. Miriam watched as he left, uncertain what her son was thinking.
He walked the darkened streets of Cana, clearing his mind or just thinking of whatever came to him. It really wasn't like the Romans to buy a Hebrew woman; it was pretty uncommon as well to take said woman to another area. What was so particularly special about this one? Yeshua had already delayed a day by staying here; he was supposed to be in Capernaum by now. The light noise of footsteps and movement disturbed his thoughts. He heard someone saying, "We're taking you back," and the protest of a woman claiming, "She'll never go." By now, Yeshua was near the entrance of Cana, a good distance away from where he was staying.
He carefully walked over to where he heard the commotion.
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"Come on now, you have to go back, Kitra!" Lucian said, trying to grab her arms.
"No!" She kicked him in the chin, causing the Roman man to fall. Liviu stood there looking at her. "You can't make me do anything!" Kitra threw a rock at Liviu, who dodged it.
"All right, you've caused enough trouble. You know, women like you need to learn your place!" he said before punching her in the side.
Kitra clasped her hands on her stomach and fell to the ground, coughing as she breathed through the pain. "You...ugh...you... —"
Liviu shook his head. "It was needed force. Get up Lucian!" He commanded. His partner stood up, his lip bleeding.
She tried to get up before they could grab her, but the men were stronger. All she could do was become dead weight to them, causing them to lose their grip on her. Kitra closed her eyes for moment before opening them. She felt a gentle hand on her back and one on her arm, helping her up to her feet. "How was such a thing needed on her?" asked Yeshua.
"Look, this has nothing to do with you." Liviu said. "She is property of the prince and he has asked us to return her—"
"She is property of no one. This woman is not an animal, she is a person. I ask you to leave her alone."
Kitra stayed silent. It's...that man from earlier...
Lucian laughed, "No. We need her to come back with us now. He bought her. Plus, if we don't, it's us he'll kill. So, having her stay is kind of a problem for us...in our situation, at this moment...right now." Liviu smacked his own forehead at his partner's blabbermouth.
Yeshua glanced about before making a choice. "Then I'll buy her back..." Yeshua almost lost his hold on Kitra's body; the girl nearly collapsed to the ground, in shock at his words. He fixed his grip on her so she didn't hit the ground.
Kitra gasped and looked at him, confused and slightly angry. I will not—
"Ha! As if someone like you can buy her!" They said, and then a small bag landed in front of them. Livia picked it up and his eyes widened at the amount in there. "What kind of poor man ha—"
"It does not matter; I give it to you—your master—in exchange for her." Yeshua said, ending his side of the conversation.
Liviu and Lucian looked at each other. Taking the money, they got on their horses. "She's your headache now," Lucian said before they left Cana.
Now alone, they stood there until the men were out of sight. "I hope you're—" Her hand slapped him across the face.
"I will not become some stranger's wife! I am not yours!"
"I didn't—"
"No! You think I am supposed to be on my knees thanking you for what you did!" Kitra yelled. Yeshua rubbed the side of his face. "You are no different from any other man I've met! I am not something to be bought!"
"But I—"
"You know, you make me sick! You think you can waltz over here, 'save me' and expect me to be in your debt!"
"I get that, but—"
"No! That's not how it works. It may be tradition, but I will not stand by and let you think you have the right to run my life!"
"Can I just—"
"What is with you men? You think every woman is helpless and can't defend herself. Sure I was outnumbered, but I could've handled it. I don't need you!" She poked her finger into his chest, "and another thing—"
"I didn't buy you for me!" Yeshua had to talk over her. "Kitra, is it not?"
"And if I am?" she said angrily.
"Go back to your family; they miss you." He spoke gently, still soothing the side of his face. Never knew a woman could hit like that...
Kitra bit the inside of her lip before walking past him. Yeshua followed behind her. She noticed he was there, but after a while it annoyed her. "I'm going back home! You don't need to follow me!" Kitra said.
"I happen to be staying at your mother's home." Yeshua explained. Kitra's cheeks flushed a soft red. Angrily, she stormed back home. He caught up to her, walking beside her. "Are you always this...?"
"This what?" she muttered.
"Cold?"
"Maybe."
"For such a lovely w—"
"Look, I don't want to hear it!" Kitra waved her arms about. "I had enough of that over there. I don't need it."
Yeshua frowned, and then smirked, "Fine. You're such a bitter and emotionless woman. You'll be alone for the rest of your lonely life."
Kitra stopped and gave him a dead evil stare, "Are you being smart? Because I don't like it!"
"If you don't want to hear positive things, then you'll be more comfortable with negative things."
"Why do you insist on annoying me?"
"Why do you insist on being difficult to someone who's only being nice to you?" Yeshua asked.
"Because...cause..." Kitra paused, "You have a stupid face!" she said childishly.
Yeshua, thrown off by her attempt at an insult, slowed his walking and started chuckling at her. Kitra threatened to punch him in his face if he kept going. Still finding the moment funny, he didn't, though Kitra never went through with her threat.
They finally reached Adara's home. She wanted to go wake her parents, but decided it would be better to wait until morning. Yeshua sat down where he was sleeping. Kitra tried to find a place but there was literally a bunch of guys around, half of them snoring. Rolling her eyes, Kitra ended up walking pass Yeshua. He glanced up at her as she paced around in circles.
"You can take my spot," he suggested.
"No...I'm just nervous..." Yeshua reached out and grasped Kitra's hand, pulling her down to him. He made her lie down and covered her with the thin blanket he would've used for himself. "This is uncomfortable..." Kitra confessed.
"You're uncomfortable…besides, you don't have another place to sleep. And you look like you need the blanket more than I do," he said, referring to her outfit. She huffed and lay on her side, still angry. Yeshua lay next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They'll welcome you back," he assured her before turning his back towards her and going to sleep.
Will they?
Authoress Note(s): Oh my goodness! I completely forgot this, I wanna thank LadyDorian for beta-ing this story. Okay, this might be my last A/N because I don't wanna distract anyone, but from this point on, anything that has to deal with the characters or plot, I do look things up, research, blah, blah, blah, so if you never heard of the things I add. Like no matter how much you 'google' it, I made it up. I'd give an example, but you'll have to wait till we reach those said scenes. Okay? OK.
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