When Matilda finally collapsed onto a bed after her meeting in the throne room, she couldn’t fall asleep, despite the exhaustion in every inch of her body. After being roughly bathed by brutish servants, the wounds on her back throbbed and her face felt like it had been scrubbed to the bone. Shifting to lie on her side to ease the pain in her dressed and bound back, she ran her hand down the mattress, and blinked at the freeness of movement. Before she’d gotten into the bath, Benjamin had removed her shackles. She’d felt everything—the reverberations of the key turning in the lock of her irons, then again as they loosened and fell to the floor. She could still feel the ghost chains hovering just above her skin. Looking up at the ceiling, she rotated her raw, burning joints and gave a sigh of contentment.But it was too strange to lie on a mattress, to have silk caress her skin and a pillow cradle her cheek. She had forgotten what food other than soggy oats and hard bread tasted like,
She scowled as she stood. Her frown deepened when she discovered the head of the Guard smirking as they walked into the fray of the readying company. However, the unbearable urge to splatter someone across a wall lessened when they brought her a piebald mare to ride.She mounted. The sky came closer, and it stretched forever above her, away and away to distant lands she’d never heard of. Matilda gripped the saddle horn. She was truly leaving Endovier. All those hopeless months, those freezing nights. . gone now. She breathed in deeply. She knew—she just knew—that if she tried hard enough, she could fly from her saddle. That is, until she felt iron clamp around her arms.It was Benjamin, fastening her bandaged wrists into shackles. A long chain led to his horse, where it disappeared beneath the saddlebags. He mounted his black stallion, and she considered leaping from her horse and using the chain to hang him from the nearest tree.It was a rather large company, twenty all together.
Matilda brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face and allowed herself to be led into the clearing. If she wanted to break free, she’d have to go through Benjamin first. Had they been alone, she might have attempted it, though the chains would make it difficult; but with an entourage of royal guards trained to kill without hesitation . . .Benjamin remained close beside her while a fire was kindled and food prepared from the boxes and sacks of supplies. The soldiers rolled logs to make small circles, where they sat while their companions stirred and fried. The boss’s dogs, who had dutifully trotted alongside their master, approached the assassin with wagging tails and lay at her feet. At least someone was glad for her company.Hungry by the time a plate was finally laid in her lap, Matilda became a bit more than irritated when the Soldierdid not immediately remove her irons. After giving her a long warning look, he unlocked her chains and clamped them onto her ankles. She only rolle
She could still smell the fires that had raged throughout her eighth and ninth years—the smoke of burning books chock-full of ancient, irreplaceable knowledge, the screams of gifted seers and healers as they’d been consumed by the flames, the storefronts and sacred places shattered and desecrated and erased from history. Many of the magic-users who hadn’t been burned wound up prisoners in Endovier—and most didn’t survive long there. It had been a while since she’d contemplated the gifts she’d lost, though the memory of her abilities haunted her dreams. Despite the carnage, perhaps it was good that magic had vanished. It was far too dangerous for any sane person to wield; her gifts might have destroyed her by this point.The smoking fire burned her eyes as she took another bite. She’d never forget the stories about Oakwald Forest, legends of dark, terrible glens and deep, still pools, and caves full of light and heavenly singing. But they were now only stories and nothing more. To spea
Matilda stomach started to flip. She felt her cheeks flush red.She attempted to shake her self out of it, but it continued to resurface.Leonard 's unexpected use of the word "love" surprised me. It was the first time he had called me by such a loving term, and it gave me goosebumps."Are you addressing me as love?" I stuttered, her eyes unable to look away from his intense stare.Leonard 's mouth formed a slight grin, yet a hint of sorrow shone in his gaze. "There is more to our agreement than what is apparent, my dear. But it is not the right moment to talk about it."Before I could continue questioning him, a waiter arrived to get our food requests. I rapidly looked at the menu, trying to shift her focus away from the intense emotions brewing inside me. Leonard seemed lost in thought as he unconsciously made his decision.While we waited for our meal, I found her self sneaking looks at Leonard . It was impossible to resist the charm he exuded with his strong jaw
Matilda POVI was trying to hold back her tears from falling. I had promised her self not to display any indication of weakness from his words, but it was impossible. They had stuck really deep through her heart, like a sword "I appreciate your worry, Vector ," I responded, her tone remaining strong even though I was in turmoil. "I would like it if you could respect her choice. Leonard and I have come to an understanding, and we will take care of our personal matters."Vector 's expression became more gentle as he grasped the situation, and he hesitantly nodded in agreement. "Okay, Matilda . If that is your wish. Just be aware that Shewill be here for you if you need someone to talk to or if things become overwhelming."I gave him a slight smile to him, appreciative of his backing. "Thanks, Vector . I appreciate our friendship and I have confidence in you."Leonard stayed quiet, his eyes locked on me. I observed a range of feelings dancing in his eyes - ridicule, deli
All the while, Matilda 's father had stayed aside,watching the serious,concise and yet point clear conversation unfolding between the two.When they reach an agreement, Leonard pulls out his Cheque book, writes the angent a cheque of two hundred billion,and describes his bank address which is already on the cheque to him.He further instructs the agent to take the house documents to the bank for safety."I will give the original documents to the bank manager on your behalf". Matilda 's father chips in here,snatching the written cheque from the agents house."Transfer of such huge property cannot be taken with hands of levity, don't be silly "."We must see the documents first and then go together to the bank to complete our transaction."Okay if that's how you prefer it".The agent says shrugging,and picking his phone out of his pocket.He calls the estate office and requests that the sky house's document be delivered to the house location immediately."Okay sir, I'm on it".A deep voiced mak
They take a look at all the rooms starting from the ground floor,up to the faith floor and the penthouse,at the top of the fifth floor, which gives a beautiful three hundred and sixty degrees view of the city of Mexico.The penthouse would be Leonard 's private area and everyone would be kept out of bounds."I like the third floor hall" "yes,it would be fantastic for indoor board meetings"Leonard had barely finished his sentence when the Leonard 's new found unofficial assistant and business partner chips in quickly."He tries every minute of the opportunity to prove his relevance."yes but such meetings could also be held outside right?""yes,sure,anywhere you like".The four men decends the house once again and in a moment,they are outside the sky house again."The has been duely sealed,misters" The estate agent extends a handshake of satisfaction to both Leonard and Matilda 's father.Starting with buyer and then shifting on to his accomplice."Can we see the papers now?" At this reques