Nathan
Five years before
The 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
TarynTaryn had an enormous affection for her two protectors and especially for Aiden who had taken care of her after her father’s death eight years earlier.They heard the soldier’s whistle, so they increased the speed of their horses. Now it was getting darker and darker, and it was convenient to find a place to camp as soon as possible, at night there were beasts more dangerous than animals and much crueler, and just then they were in a place full of poachers."Your Majesty, we will have to stop here and make camp otherwise it will be too dark," Lord Taront told her."If I may intrude, Your Majesty" Aiden intervened blocking the horse and turning to her "towards the southeast there is a small town. We can find a tavern with some more comfortable accommodation.""In the dark, we are easy prey of poachers," Taront frowned."That’s why we’ll have to get to the city. It won’t take much t
TarynTo the left of the building was a fence with a long wooden trough. They approached with horses and tied the bridles. From the inn came euphoric laughter of men, but also of women.They approached the entrance, while Taryn took off her leather gloves. They stopped a few steps from the entrance when Taront turned to look at her."Perhaps it is better if you cover your face, Your Majesty. I would not want your figure to attract too much attention," he said fearfully.Taryn nodded, wearing the hood of his cape over his head to cover his brown and blue hair, which he had decided to gather in a long, soft braid that day. Taront and two guards entered the inn to arrange with the innkeeper about the night. Taryn approached the riverbank.Stilts were built every thirty feet, on them were secured with ropes of small boats definitely belonging to some fishermen. Taryn looked at the surface of the water. The moon was now visible
Victoria opened her lips and Athelstan slipped his tongue into it, beginning to make her play with his as he placed his hands on the girl's hips and pushed her towards the bed. Meanwhile, Victoria ran her hands over his bare chest until she reached the laces of his pants which she began to untie frantically.Arriving near the bed, Athelstan pulled his mouth off hers and made her turn her back. He moved her hair to the side and lowered the tiny shoulder strap of her dress, as he bent down to kiss her bare collarbone, unfastening her bodice with his fingers.Victoria reached out and dipped her fingers into Athelstan's red hair as he continued to lick and suck the bare skin of her neck.When he finally finished with the last lace, the dress loosened and Athelstan slid it down from her body, slowly stroking with his palms the skin that was gradually freed from the light fabric. His mouth continued his fiery battle with the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking
AthelstanAthelstan's chambers were dark when he entered with a servant in his ribs. While Athelstan took off his belt with his sword and rested it on the wooden table, the boy moved silently from one side of the room to the other, quickly lighting candles placed throughout the large space.After finishing with the candles and lighting the room thanks to them, the servant took leave leaving him alone.Huffing, Athelstan took off his tunic from above his head, remaining with his chest uncovered, sat down in the chair and poured some wine into the cup, emptying it immediately afterwards with a single sip.He raised his head to the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. In a few days he would come face to face with Nathan Fannil and would have to swallow all the resentment and hatred that would certainly fill him. Pretend nothing, perhaps pulling out one of his brightest smiles, trying to control the impulse th
"The Sunauras were majestic creatures and managed to defeat and seal the power of the Ucrie. They confined him, but made a small sacrifice. They also had to confine the power of all other men, they bound it to the lives of those who later became the Old Men. As long as at least one of them remained alive, that power would never be released. Left alone and defenseless, Werod had to deal only with the Sunaura. A face-to-face confrontation, but despite the great power they had, they could not defeat him. When they were almost completely annihilated, the Sunaura combined their powers and one of them collected them to defeat him definitively, creating their own Bringan. The elected used all the power in his body to seal Werod.""Seal?" asked Taryn, confused."Killing Werod was impossible, so the Chosen One simply sealed him along with all his demonic creatures," Elhias explained."But not the Ucrie.""The Ucrie were now powerless and no longer posed a
"When it happened, my father decided to take her to the priestesses and there we met a woman, one of the Ucrie," Elhias said, his gaze lost and his mind turned to those old memories."A Ucria?" she asked in surprise.Elhias nodded. "She was, before she became a priestess herself.""You really saw a Ucria," Taryn said in disarray."They're not three-headed monsters, Taryn. They are human beings like us," Elhias said with a laugh."Didn't you ever think it could be dangerous? Could she be a spy?""The Docria trusted her blindly, if the ancient priestess can trust a Ucria, I don't see why I shouldn't too," Elhias replied, shrugging his shoulders, as if it were the most normal thing in the world."Do you realize that you trust others too much?" said Taryn in an exasperated tone."What can I do, I like to see the good in people," he replied, winking."What did the Ucria tell you?" Taryn immediately changed the subject.
Taryn"Bring Werod back to life?" asked Taryn surprised. "Werod is just a legend. A story to scare children.""Behind every story there is a kernel of truth, Your Majesty. For example, children are told the stories of great warriors with extraordinary magical powers and we ourselves are led to think of magic as a frivolity, as a story created just to entertain us when we were children, but the other day you saw what happened. You saw what you did."Taryn remembered the incident a few days earlier. That strange force that even now she felt circulating in her body and was doing everything to keep her at bay. It threatened to take over, to escape from her like an indomitable tiger trying to escape from the cage in which she had been locked for years."It was just an illusion, a coincidence. I slammed into the table and the jug broke," she said, shaking her head."You slammed so hard that you made the jug explode
"Rotten? How is this possible? They died yesterday or am I wrong?" Sumon turned her head towards him, looking at his profile, while Nathan stared at an undefined point in front of him and drank. The apple that came down, while he swallowed the wine."It's the same thing I asked for when I got there. But then one of the farmers opened one of the beasts, showing me what really frightened him. As soon as he opened the meat, a dark, thick liquid poured out of it, releasing a disgusting smell. Half of my stash started vomiting just with the smell." He inhaled deeply as if his nostrils were still filled with that smell, as if he could feel it even in the room. "The exterior was normal, but the interior was disgusting. The flesh was beginning to take on a black color and the organs were completely rancid, as if it had been dead for weeks. Not even the crows approached to feast." He shrugged his shoulders as if he had been struck with a shiver of disgust."That's not a good om
SumonSumon took off her clothes and slipped into the tub filled with boiling water carefully prepared by the maids that evening.Night had fallen quickly on that cloudy day, the moon was not visible, covered with thick gray clouds, making it dark and dark.She took a deep breath and let the scent of the oils envelop her completely, relaxing her.Before leaving her alone, the servants had served her dinner and lit a few candles inside the room, making the environment gloomy, but welcoming.She had left the food on the table, not touching it in the slightest, her appetite had disappeared. Her stomach had been closed from the moment a messenger arrived from the borderlands with Locrand.The new queen closed her eyes and rested her head on the wooden edge of the tub, letting the hot steam and perfumes fill her nose, relaxing all the tense muscles of her body.Nathan had left immediately to go check the situation
"Do you think I don't know the movements of every legion in the army, Pix?" Doreon narrowed his eyes. "Whether you like it or not, your troops are part of Haefest's army and coincidentally I am its commander, so you and your men answer to me," Doreon continued in an authoritarian tone.He had not moved an inch, he had maintained a relaxed position all the time, intimidating the lord in front of him."At least they were right to trust you," Pix said. Doreon looked at him, for a moment, confused. "My father and other lords had high expectations of you, mostly due to your ancestry, of course." Doreon continued to stare at him without uttering a word. "Did you think that the king had chosen you, a little boy, moreover the son of a man convicted of treason, as commander of the army because you know how to do some trick with the sword? Every choice is supported by the council and the lords and we, or rather some, have made your name, alluding to the fact that a young and fre
DoreonThey had camped in a dense forest, the vegetation covering the smoke of the fire they had lit to warm themselves that night. They had successfully hunted a deer that had satiated them for that hard day's journey.In a few days they had managed to reach the border of Haefest. Doreon had pushed the horses almost to the limit to be able to get there as quickly as possible.He knew that Nathan wanted the message delivered as soon as possible and Doreon always obeyed the orders given to him, even if many times he did not like them.He threw the cleaned bone into the fire as he watched his men, chosen by him for the journey, giggling like idiot boys.Doreon had sat on the sidelines, away from his companions, so he couldn't hear what they were telling to each other about so much fun. Not that he wanted to or cared. He looked at them through the flames of the fire that was placed between them, like a wall placed between Dor