We walk along the streets of Bree's new turf. These parts of the city seem unnaturally quiet and empty. Not a single soul is in sight. The doors of the shops are shut, and the windows are covered with thick curtains.“What do you think is going on?” I ask. Bree glances around before continuing with her silent stride.“Nothing really.” Eyeing me, she explains, “Whistling is how gangs in town communicate. They call each other and signal when and where to set up ambushes. People know something bad will happen shortly, and they are wise enough to stay indoors for their safety and close shops to protect their merchandise. You could’ve noticed this if you weren't so busy running around like a headless chicken.”“Point taken,” I mutter.Strolling through the streets with Bree at my side, I feel strangely at ease, even in the midst of such an eerie silence. It’s good to have someone walking next to me, although it probably has more to do with my subconscious wanting her company. But I'm not
“Oh, look at that,” I say, pointing toward the golden palace gates and the guards standing at attention. “We’ve arrived. I should hurry up and find the lord who requested this sword.”Waving my hand clutched around the red scabbard in a kind of awkward farewell, I slowly turn away and rapidly depart, praying that Bree won't follow me. I don’t think the palace guards would let her in anyhow. Not looking back, I rush toward the palace, hoping I’ll be let in without any problems. As I get closer, I'm in awe at the royal guards in full regalia. Ornate armors gleam in the sunlight, the likes of which I have never seen before. Intricate designs decorate their helmets, and the hilts of their swords are encrusted with gems. They seem to take pride in their position as decorative elements rather than actual security. In my book, flaunting grandeur and prestige to impress is not necessary when your purpose is to serve and protect.As I approach, one of the guards glances at me without shifti
Once I’m on the second floor, I pause and listen carefully. Aside from some birds chirping in the distance, I hear nothing. That's a good sign. Unfortunately, the window is closed and can be opened only from the inside. No other way to get in, I have to climb up to the next floor.I continue my ascent, looking around only once I reach the third floor. A balcony with railings stands right next to me, so I move past the sill. Keeping my eyes on the window to make sure no one sees me, I climb onto the ledge. Holding firmly onto the circular shape, I use it as a handhold to maneuver myself over the railing and land on the balcony. From here, I can see the entire courtyard, in which I spot a lady. Her attention is focused on the flowers blooming in the garden. She moves her hands over the blossoms with soft strokes, occasionally bending down to smell a flower. Hopefully, she won't look up.A pleased smile spreads across my face when I find the balcony door open. I take a deep breath and
“I’m going to release you,” I whisper as I pull my hand away from her mouth. “Please, don’t make a sound, Naomi.”Still confused, she shakes her head. Her eyes flicker back and forth around the room, examining it for any potential threats. I feel a pang of guilt for making her so tense. To really emphasize that staying silent is so important, I lay my index finger over her lips, keeping it there for a few seconds, before gesturing toward the slightly ajar door.Her eyebrows draw together in a worried expression as she takes a long breath. After a moment, she nods. I let go of her and step away. Naomi stares at me, her confusion evident in her wide eyes. She moves her hands towards her chest and touches her breasts, ensuring that her clothing is properly straightened. She is much shorter than me, and from my vantage point, her cleavage is right on display. I want to stare at her barely covered tits, but two women and a strawberry fill every corner of my mind.The scene in the other
In a hurry so as to not get discovered, I quickly close my pants, pick up the sword, and gesture to Naomi to cover her exposed breast. Her eyes glow with lust as she stares at my face still on her knees. When I turn around to the ajar door, the sight of the blonde lying on her back, sprawled out on the bed, has me gawking like an idiot. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for this. Neither for the blonde, nor for the widow. I don't want to think about it any longer, lest my cock stiffens once more. With a sigh, I lean and kiss Naomi’s forehead, whispering, “I need to go, but I promise I will return to pay you back in kind. We’ll meet at your place.”In a bit of a haze after the powerful orgasm I’ve just had, I quickly head out. I open the door and step out into the hallway. At the other end, a guard looks at me with a strange expression. His eyebrows raise when he sees me. Then he frowns and starts marching toward me. It’s too late to turn back, and I can’t make a run for it becaus
Much to my surprise, I'm about to get out of the palace unscathed and without a big fuss. I find myself in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by trees and flowers with the big winged horse statue to my right, the palace behind me, and the golden gates right ahead.I withhold a sigh of relief the moment the royal guards pull back and open the gates, and I step through them into the city streets. Just as I’m ready to depart, a servant comes running toward the gates and breathlessly beckons for the guards. “The prince—” His voice breaks off, but it doesn`t take long for the rest of the words to come out. “The prince asks if a man by the name of ‘Wrenn Dorn’ was let into the palace.”“Yes.” The guard who escorted me turns back and points at me. “That’s Wrenn Dorn. He’s leaving now.”“Stop him!” the servant yells. “Prince Theodore orders for Wrenn Dorn to be brought to him at once!”The same prince who wants me dead and to stop being a thorn in his side. There’s no way in hell I’ll l
The guards run after me, their swords raised high, completely disregarding Bree and the corpses. I bet they’ll think I’ve killed them, not a woman who just happens to be in the way. After a short distance, a carriage passes me on the main street, and I jump behind it, holding onto it tightly for dear life. The coachman stares at me and curses me out, his hands on the reins, looking me over, probably assuming I’m a murderer by the blood on my face and clothes. With all the limelight on me, I find a good footing spot and move my right hand to take the few coins I have on me. They’re just weighing me down anyhow. I throw them at the coachman, and the man bows to me, tipping his hat while tapping it with his hand. Then, with loud whistles, he waves the reins on the horses’ backs, and the carriage takes speed. He doesn’t look concerned at all anymore, as he probably can always tell to the guards he didn’t see me in his haste. The wheels hit the cobblestones of the street with such forc
To my surprise, the widow doesn’t seem to be discouraged by my appearance at all. She stops in front of the house, looking curiously at the wood shingles on her roof. “What are you doing up there?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m fixing the roof!” Grinning, I pat one of the planks. Then I realize my grin might not be the most pleasant sight considering the way I look. “Did you manage to leave the room unseen?”“Yes, it’s not the first time I’ve accidentally seen them like that.” She holds out the basket and gives me the sweetest smile. “I’ve brought meat pie. The kitchen ladies always let me have some leftovers.”Food! Finally! It’s been too long since I ate. Probably considering my silence as a sign of disgust, she tries to convince me. “It has meat, vegetables, and seasonings in a nice pastry crust. The palace cook is the best in all the realm and everything out of her oven is to die for.”From the roof, I can already smell the savory aroma wafting from the food. It smells delicious. “Ye