Taryn
To 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
TarynAfter almost three days of rest, Taryn and her men resumed the march fresh and relaxed. During their stay in the city, they had bought a small cart in which they had laid all the necessary food for the rest of the trip, in addition to a trunk in which was stored a beautiful dress that Taryn had managed to find thanks to a silk merchant.The Queen had decided not to make any longer stops until they arrived in the capital, so she had sent Aiden to take care of the supplies, and at dawn, they had left.Thanks to that stop, they could get lighter and more comfortable clothes for the trip.Taryn had abandoned the idea of riding with clothes. She had opted for comfortable cloth trousers and a white tunic on which she had tied a large leather belt that protected the part that went from under the breast to the waist. She had decided not to wear the cloak anymore and had gathered her hair on the nape of her neck in a soft tail whose
The CommanderShe felt her knees shaking from the effort, she was out of breath, but she still tried to force herself to keep pushing him. In her mind, she could see the movement of the water. She was succeeding. She was getting closer and closer to Mihdel."You’re sweating blood," a voice said a voice, causing her to lose focus.The wire connecting her to the water broke, and she lost control of it to see Mihdel. She turned to the man while he looked at her laughing.Are you kidding me?His blond hair fell on his face in light waves, his eyes blue as the ocean sparkled, he could have sworn they were even brighter than usual.Even the commander’s gray eyes seemed to shine brighter in recent weeks. Maybe it was all the magic and power that was finally flowing through her body, or maybe it was just her impression."You arrived much ear
Nessa tried to move her nephew’s hand, while he kept her in the air. The woman’s face began to turn purple as she floundered for oxygen. The commander again crossed her arms to her chest as she enjoyed the macabre spectacle."Commander." A guard approached the man, trying to get his attention."Heafod,"said the guard again.The man released his grip on Nessa’s neck, who fell defenseless to the ground coughing while holding a hand on her throat, finally free from the grip. Her hair fell on her face while she was bent over the ground, her knees on the ground and the palm of her other hand tucked into the sand.The man commander looked down on her with contempt."I’m the only one standing between you and the blade your daughter wants to put in your neck, and that’s because I still need you for the moment," she said, chanting
Nathan The fortress was full of life, so far away from the peace and quiet of the night before. Nathan could hear the servitude’s fast steps out of his chambers. He was seated on the seat at the head of the table in the council room, his look lost in the void, while the fortress was animated by the first daylight.Master Nemet leaves a little before, after leaving him the letter which should be sent to Locrand, to king Kyros and his son, Athelstan.Nathan put it in front of him on the elaborate table. He didn’t touch it, didn’t look at it, he was thinking.The Neyers would have accepted by far that he himself went to court to bring the news or the body of their counselor himself. But Nathan couldn’t move or leave Sierra, not with his father like that.The masters visited him that morning, they say the king will not survive the week, maybe less. If the king died while traveling, the kingdom would fall into total chaos. If he wasn’t at cou
NathanDoreon looked at him doubtfully, not understanding what the prince was talking about.“Sumon and you” Nathan clarify.Doreon’s golden eyes darkened, and to Nathan, seems some regret, but the commander hide it.His friend didn’t answer, he keep quiet, his dark hair cascading on his forehead without saying a word.“I could hang both of you, I could hang you”.Doreon didn’t answer, his silence was frustrating and made him angry, while he was trying to keep calm “You betray me Doreon” Nathan growled “you betray the kingdom. You betray me” Doreon looked at him, his golden eyes were dark, a flash of suffering on his face at Nathan’s words. Words that hurt him more than anything.“It’s not like that,” he said.“It’s not?” Nathan asked, “You fucked my wife, Doreon. The future queen!”Nathan's voice became higher.“Since when?” he asked again, chanting every word.“A year,” Doreon answered, looking him straight in the eyes.“A year?” Nathan said shocked “For a year you two fucked behind
NathanNathan looked at his friend's face, trying to understand what he was saying. Doreon seems scared about it, then Nathan shook his head.“Magic doesn’t exist anymore, Doreon…less the Ucrie. The old men are respected as deities, that’s what terrified me, not stupid legend,” Nathan said after a moment of silence.“Don’t be a fool, you Highness” Doreon said “Nothing happen by chance. Remember the man’s death circumstances” the knight was backward, at moment, the armor tinkled “I will bring you fucking message” he said after standing up.Nathan took the letter and give it to him “You must not give it to anyone except the King or Athelstan. Bring with you a little escort, the journey must be short and fast.”“I know how these things work, Your Highness. I’m the one who takes care of the expeditions, do you remember?” Doreon replied in an almost contemptuous tone. There was a shadow of anger in his eyes.“I know,” Nathan sighed. “You must leave immediately, and you cannot see Sumon.”“
TarynThe sun was still high and warm in the sky, even though it was late afternoon. As they approached Althea, the days got longer and hotter. Taryn looked at the men around her. Many could not stand the heat so they had taken off the leather chain mail remaining with a simple tunic of which they had rolled up the sleeves up to the elbows leaving the skin exposed to the sun's rays. In a short time the skin had turned red and with the passing of the days it had darkened.Taryn now had red cheeks due to the strong sun, as well as the nose that was now beginning to lose the layer of dead and burned skin. She felt her whole face go on fire and did not dare to take off even a layer of clothes for fear of reddening everywhere.Lord Taront, on the other hand, looked impeccable in his leather suit, even though his forehead was sweaty, while Lord Grander did nothing but snort from his cart and wipe his forehead with a silk handker
TarynTaront's informant had placed them in one of the villas he owned within the city. The guards showed her the route to the richest part of the city, the one where huge buildings belonging to the wealthy merchants of Aeris stood.The inhabitants of the city did not suffer from hunger, there were several poor categories but, compared to the lifestyle of the other kingdoms, the inhabitants of Aeris were well-off. It is no coincidence that it was Mihedel's richest and most prosperous kingdom.The house was built entirely of stone and extended over two floors surrounded by climbing vegetation that had covered most of the external façade and had reached the second floor, even covering the marble of the balconies that overlooked the street from which they had come.The entrance had a large wooden door with engraved elaborate designs and colored with streaks of gold. The thick doors were wide open and waiting for
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