Taryn
“Do you know the story of how I took my father’s place when I was only five?” Taryn shook her head. “Your uncle, the usurper, had surrounded our castle and taken one of my older sisters. He had given terms to my father, Lord of Sneaf, before me. Kneel down and proclaim me the only king of Elder and I will spare your daughter’s life, he had told him.” Taront shook his head and turned to look toward the open window. “My father was forced to obey him, my older sister was Sneaf’s heir. In our family, there has always been the custom that the firstborn, man or woman, would take command of our house. My sister, Tamara, was my father’s heir, and he wanted to save her at all costs.”
He smiled sadly and looked back at her.“So one night, he took most of his strength and met with the usurper,TarynShe went down the stairs that led to the garden outside, wearing black leather gloves. As she went down, she felt the cold touch her skin, and her breath condensed when it came out of her mouth. Some servants were lighting torches attached to the wall of the stairs, and when she passed did not pay the slightest attention. The sky was darkening, and it was time for Taryn to leave.She tied the laces of the red cloak as soon as she touched the last step. The doors leading to the outside were wide open to allow the cold to enter the castle.The people of the north had this custom. The night before a departure they left the doors wide open. The frost was a good omen for a departure, and it didn’t matter much if someone ended up frozen. The castle was pervaded by a light winter breeze that almost led to the walls freezing. Taryn did not understand those old customs, but she had allowed the lords
NathanFive years beforeThe carriage stopped, and Nathan could hear the noise of people outside screaming for happiness. His head was resting on the back of his seat, and he watched his father, sitting in front of him, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping. Lately, he had become increasingly tired, and that long journey would have proved him a lot. On his head, he wore a gold crown with red streaks and diamonds.The coachman told them they had reached their destination, and his father opened his eyes. Like Nathan's, large dark circles surrounded the blue eyes, reddened by fatigue. They shouldn’t have gone that far, it wasn’t worth it. His hair, now white and long, was combed and pulled back, which gave him clean air and a little more severe than it already was. He wore a tunic of heavy cloth with their family's royal coat of arms embroidered on i
PresentNathanHe opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He was in his room that was completely immersed in darkness, illuminated only by the dim moonlight filtering through the large window. Beside her, Sumon slept blissfully between the covers, lying on her belly. The red hair looked like an immobile waterfall that fell on the white sheets, the back was naked and was illuminated by moonlight.He put his hands on his face, trying to put everything in its place. Suddenly he had a flash. The old man. She sat up suddenly and turned to her wife who didn’t seem to be bothered by her awakening. It was that damn old man! From the moment he saw that body, Nathan was sure he’d met him somewhere else before, but he couldn’t get anything out of his mind.He had never had such intense and vivid dreams of the past, he seemed to have ret
AthelstanAthelstan watched as the small boat left the harbor again to emerge in that blanket of debris and dead animals. He passed a hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat and avoiding getting his face dirty with his dirty hands.On the mainland, the guards were helping some men to empty the fishing net that had just been pulled out of the small boat and was now docked at the wooden pier.The guards, along with other men, hoisted the net up to carry it over the wooden wagon that was waiting there near the port and deposited the contents until the net was completely empty.A farmer made the wagon available, like all the other carts and boats. The city's people had greatly surprised him in those last five days. As soon as the incident had occurred, Athelstan had organized teams to clear the bay’s surface as quickly as possible, also asking for help from fishermen who had fortunately survived.By the time word h
AthelstanA light knock woke him up from his relaxing sleep. From the window came a glimmer of light that partially illuminated the room. Athelstan’s eyes took a while to focus exactly where he was.He sat down, passing a hand over his face. The sun had just risen, and the faint light seeped through the glass. Athelstan felt very rested and hadn’t been for days. Although the bed was hard and uncomfortable, the prince had slept like a child.He stood looking around. The room was much smaller than he had thought the night before. The bed on which he had slept was placed in a corner attached to the wall, between the window and the wall. Under the window was a small wooden table and a chair with a clean tunic. In addition to the few useful pieces of furniture, the room was completely empty.The boots he had thrown to the ground that night had been picked up and placed beside the table; the dirty tunic had disappeared, and on the table, there was a tub with clean and fresh water inside; ne
Athelstan "Werod?" Athelstan asked, confused. "The darkness, Your Highness. It is coming back, stronger than before, it will annihilate us all!" he shouted. Athelstan looked around. People were starting to get scared. The women grabbed their children and started walking away. Damn priest. The prince approached the man, grabbed him by the elbow, then turned him to look him straight in the eye. "That’s enough, priest!" he called him, almost growling. "I think you’ve done enough damage." "The truth can never harm anyone," heard another voice behind him. Athelstan turned to let go of the elbow of the priest, who had begun to complain about the strong grip to which the prince was subjecting him. He saw another priest approach him: the blue tunic that brushed the ground, his hands carried in front and tucked into the long sleeves of his robe. All right, one more. "We must prepare, the Gods want it, they told us so." Around them, the people were agitated too much. "The Deorghs are clo
AthelstanAthelstan turned and saw the woman in front of the wooden doors. She had entered silently and had not even noticed her presence."How long have you been watching me?" She asked her as a gentle smile surfaced on her lips, then she brought a strand of black hair behind her ear.Her dress had a large neckline on her chest that reached up to her abdomen, revealing the furrow of her voluptuous feelings. At that vision the horse of Athelstan’s trousers tightened, immediately feeling his member harden to the memory of those breasts against his chest or in his mouth.The woman approached, sinuously moving her hips at every step, as she moved her black hair behind her shoulders, before stopping a few steps from him, letting her scent invaded his nostrils.The last time he saw her was the morning after their fiery night, and it was also the last time he had found himself between a woman’s legs.She appro
TarynThe sun was setting, the sky was darker, and the moon was already peeping through the clouds. The air was humid. Taryn and her men had crossed the border for a day, had not seen snow for at least three, and were marching for five.They proceeded at a slow pace. They were waiting for the whistle to give him the passage's green light.They had decided to adopt that method on the second day of the march, after various unpleasant encounters on the first day of the journey. During that day, they encountered a white-capped bear, who they met as they crossed the forest at first light.They were passing by some caves, whose openings were covered by a layer of ice, and small frozen lakes when Aiden managed to notice the animal’s red eyes. The huge bear had come out of his den to drink at the small lake and, if it were not for her knight, surely they would have had an unpleasant close encounter with the animal. They managed to