Sandokan snippet
Sandokan woke to an empty bed. He frowned as he reached to the cold spot his wife had been laying when he had fallen asleep. A look toward the cradle showed their youngest child was missing as well. Clearly the babe had begun to fuss and Marianne took him out to let Sandokan get rest. But he wasn't resting now so he decided to search for them.
They were very easy to find. Marianne was by the edge of the prahu, the full moon shining light down upon her and making her look not quite real. She shifted slightly which allowed him to see that she was feeding their son as she sang quietly to him.
Sandokan felt so much love fill his heart at the sight of his beloved tending to their child. He loved every facet of his isteri. The clever sailor, the fierce fighter, the brilliant confidant, the steady queen forever at his side. But there was something about moments like this, his wife carrying for their child in a way only she could that made him love her so much that he felt he might burst with it.
He tried to keep his steps soft as he made his way over to her but Marianne always had a way of sensing his presence. She smiled at him. "He was very hungry," she whispered, nodding to the baby in her arms. "I didn't want him to wake you."
"It was more distressing to wake and not know where you were," Sandokan replied in an equally soft tone. He reached out to run the back of his finger over his son's head. The baby waved his fist but didn't move his mouth from his mother.
"Leave him alone," Marianne scolded with a smile. "How would you like it if someone decide to distract you while you were eating?"
Sandokan huffed out a small laugh and took his hand back. He watched quietly as his son fed before the child's limbs went slack and his mouth turned away from Marianne's breast. "Here, let me have him," Sandokan encouraged, reaching for the slumbering child.
Marianne gladly handed over the baby, happy for the rest for her arms. Sandokan took the little one and tucked him into his shirt, the folded sides allowing his little boy plenty of fresh sea air without making him too cold. Not when he was nestled against his father's broad chest.
Sandokan felt contentment spread through his very bones. He couldn't nourish his children the way Marianne did but he could give them this. Keep them safe and warm while full bellies lulled them to sleep. Their other three children were tucked safely beneath deck, his most trusted men watching over them. WIth orders to lay down their own lives if that's what it took to keep them safe.
But there was no worry for that now. Not when he had all he could imagine wanting and no enemies nor storms on the horizon. He had his family, his home and his freedom. No man could claim to be richer than him at this very moment.

















