September 30, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander TuttonHe woke up from a fitful sleep haunted by dreams of fire and a pair of stone grey eyes cursing him. He should never have let things get so far but if there was anything that came from it, Lord Black still hadn't attacked. It had been a month since she had escaped and a month since the Tri-Kingdom harvest festival had ended and still there was no sign of disturbance. If anything, it was quiet, too quiet even for the normally busy town of Rothwell. The castle was no better; the servants moved about sluggishly, like Odeya's escape sapped all the joy from them. Most of the nobles had returned to their various towns and Hayden and the twins had gone back home, leaving him to deal with his problems alone. Ever since he saw that look on Princess Khasi's face, it dawned on him that the kingdom he had tried so hard to protect had crumbled right before his eyes. The war hadn
October 1, 1345.Typim's Valley,Outskirts of Lliw, Myknos.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAlyn sat on the ash covered floor of Typim's valley not caring that she was staining her expensive woollen cloak. She stared blankly at the knights moving all around her; they were still rattled because of the events that just transpired at Stormhold.As she remembered nearly dying, she was instantly transported back to Stormhold. The sounds of people screaming as they either were stabbed or burnt to death. Men and women alike scrambled past, running for their lives. She remembered being dragged by guards dressed in black and gold armor bearing the insignia of Shiv'ra. If she had any doubts of Khasi's words at the prison, they were finally erased as she saw the men. They barged into her room and dragged her to the throne room, stabbing innocent servants and guards as they shuffled past. Sounds of battle could be heard as the Knights tried to protect the once peaceful town of Rothwell. No one had
October 2, 1345.Lomnag road,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya studied the men, hauling cargo off a ship, through the brim of her fisherman's hat, noting the guards that dotted the wharf. The place was alight with activity even though it was nearly nightfall, warning her that she shouldn't proceed with her plans for that night. She had looked around the first day they got there and some silver coins later, she had her answers. The cabin boy told her of a ship that held many weapons and armor and instantly she knew who it belonged to. She wanted to question him further but decided against it. It wouldn't do well to arouse his suspicion. She joined the other fishermen's wives and returned to the main town with their catch of the day. Tamhas had suggested that it would be better if they pretended to be fishermen rather than aspiring ship workers."Do you even know how to fish?" She recalled herself asking."No. But it can't be that h
October 2, 1345.The Wailing Wench,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina Black"Mother?" Odeya asked in shock, still trying to process the scene in front of her.She had expected...well expected something less fancy or comfortable. Here was the mother she thought had been in mortal danger alive and looking better than ever."Are you unwell dear?" Her mother asked getting up. She was also a tall lady, nearly her daughter's height, with a slim build. Her long curly black hair that reached her bottom shone from a good amount of oils and brushing. The daisy scent that always surrounded her mother hung in the air filling Odeya with a sense of nostalgia. She had missed her mother, there was no doubt about that but seeing her so well dressed and happy sent a pang of hurt into her gut.'Didn't she want me? Why didn't she look for me?' Odeya's thought, her heart breaking a little more with each question."You look rather pale." She fussed, "Haven't you been
October 2, 1345.The Wailing Wench,The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya stared at her mother, an inky soup of emotions churning in her mind. The words played over and over in her head but she still couldn't believe they were real."I didn't." She confessed causing Odeya's mouth to hang open in surprise, "I never tried to. That was just a ruse I knew would get your attention."She staggered backwards and put out an arm to stop her mother as she made to suppprt her."Don't." She whispered, feeling her heart contract with pain, "Don't touch me."Thankfully, the woman respected her wishes and stood by the window giving her daughter her much needed space.Odeya had never felt claustrophobic but the walls of the tiny room bore down on her heavily and the close proximity to her mother did nothing to ease her pain.Surprise at how manipulative her mother could be passed through her again and she struggled to find the right words to voice the qu
I decided to add his own POV since he is also a major character aaanndd...I love reading the POV of the villains.It just adds this...how do I put it now...um okay I got it.Pizzazz!October 10, 1345The Western mountains,Border between Imras and Myknos.Lord Felfar BlackHe stared at the messenger, from Domnerty, quivering in his boots as he relays the message he was sent to deliver. One could tell he didn't come bearing good news from the way he stuttered."The...young Lady Black and the Mistress...eeeeescaped...My Lord. Captain Roman sends his regrets." The young man said, his voice a little over a whisper.Whether it was his irritation at the lads fear or his anger at his incompetent soldiers, he didn't know but all he could tell was that a great conflagration ignited in his chest and in seconds, it had consumed his whole body. With blind rage, he threw the wine cup he had been holding, spilling wine all over the cave floor. The lad whined like a wounded horse and that was when
10 October, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Queen Khasi Malik of Shiv'ra and MyknosKhasi stared over the battlements and smiled at the vast green lands she saw spread out before her. It was such a refreshing change from the golden sands of Shiv'ra that got everywhere. Her brother Khalid had always laughed, wondering how she hadn't still gotten used to it but she never humored him with her reply.She never had plans of staying in that sand accursed kingdom; Khasi was born to dominate and dominate she would once she had the three kingdoms under her feet.The cold October wind brought in the scent of the forest and the sounds of her guards feasting down below. They had just won a battle and seemed ignorant of the war yet to come. "War." She whispered, hating the way the word rolled off her tongue. War destroyed lives and families but it was a necessary evil she was willing to delve in if it meant her plans would come to fruition.Another gust of
October 15, 1345.St. Martin's Fort,The high town of Leithill,Border Town between Myknos and Imras.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonAs Alyn stared out over the balcony of her room in St. Martin's Fort to the Knights Pass that linked Myknos and Imras, a replay of the events of the past two weeks ran through her head. Their travels had not been smooth as was expected. They had encountered a few bandits and lost quite a number of good men and those that didn't die in the battle field eventually succumbed to the fever.They weren't lucky to have an experienced healer with them so Alyn and a few of the women who could stomach the sight of blood worked tirelessly to save their lives. Luckily, Higuain survived yet another injury and she was rather glad he had made it all the way to Leithill with her as Lord Rickard d'Estaing, the Earl of Leithill, turned out to be an impossible obstacle to their plans.They had warned him of the threat brewing outside their walls and she could still remember
November 15, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander TuttonNicolas frowned down at the grinning woman in front of him wishing the baseless trial would be over with quickly so he could see her punished for her crimes."Come now, Nicolas, surely you won't give your old friend such a harsh sentence?" Khasi sang interrupting the scribe who'd been reading out her charges. He ignored her and signalled to the man to continue reading, his eyes leaving hers to the crowd where he spied a still pale Odeya glaring at Khasi.He remembered holding her as she'd cried her heart out hearing of her mother's death. Another innocent victim of the pointless war."How do you plead?" The scribe asked her.Her smile was catty as she looked around the room."How do you plead?" The scribe asked again letting loose his irritation."Not guilty." She answered earning murmurs from the assembled crowd."Silence!" The man cried. Nicolas stared down at the
October 30, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackOdeya groaned as pain flooded her as soon as she regained consciousness. She had been moving in and out of delightful dreams that were more memories pulled from the far reaches of her soul.Her favourite had been the one where she had her head in her mother's lap, her nimble fingers weaving her hair into loose braids as she sang a song of her people. Just another thing her father had stopped when he felt her mother was babying her.Her eyelids felt heavy but she pushed past the ache of disuse and tried opening her eyes, a small slit at first then wider when she noticed the dim lighting in the familiar room.She recognized the navy linen canopy of her bedroom as her vision cleared.A male groan tore her gaze from the ceiling and she sat up suddenly, biting a wince as the wound in her side stung.She placed a hand on her side as she righted herself, her eyes narrowing on the ma
October 23, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonWar was bloody stressful business especially when you spent the time cowering behind the castle walls with a group of snivelling women and babies.Alyn supposed she should be more thankful seeing that she didn't have to be the one bleeding to death on the battlefield but one couldn't help but feel a spark of envy when someone of your sex was at the forefront of the battle.She had always known Odeya was different from the moment she had seen her stand up to her brother and in some selfish way to assert that she was something, she had taken her under her wing as her Hand.Seeing how Odeya had amassed an army to save a kingdom she didn't have any obligation to had stung her in ways when she should have felt grateful.Shouts and harried footsteps outside the doors of the Great Hall they had camped caused the other women to slink back in fear and her to sit up.What was going o
Warning!Mature content up ahead!Violence, strong language and sexual abuse.October 23, 1345.The outskirts of Rothwell,Myknos.Lady Dionea BlackLady Dionea had always thought herself unfortunate for being born to a poor merchant in the Far Islands. If she hadn't been then perhaps the bastard that had taken her from her home would have treated her with more respect than she had been accorded during the duration of their marriage.The only highlight of her life had been the daughter their relationship had sired, a daughter he now wanted to kill for standing up to him.As she sat in her tent hidden in the woods of Rothwell, all she could do was twiddle her thumbs and pray that by some supreme miracle her husband would fail and her daughter would succeed.She remembered the look of disbelief that had crossed her daughter's face when she had told her that she had not been held captive and hated that she had lied to her but what was she to do when she was but a cowardly woman fearing h
October 23, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackAs Odeya crossed the gates of Stormhold, she couldn't fight the wave of emotion that overwhelmed her.Her plan was to simply draw her father out for a one on one battle, one she was are to lose, to give Hayden's army time to catch up to them but as she waited staring at the drawbridge linking the castle to the rest of Myknos, a shudder passed through her.What if she never returned to Nicolas?When she had made her plans, she had been confident in wanting to give her life up for a kingdom she had no part in but now that she had seen his face, the sole person she was fighting for, weakness overcame her.She battled with her thoughts on just turning the whole thing to an all out war but when she saw the black clothed soldiers of her father's army, she knew that the untrained army around her needed her to face her fears.The men rode to a halt at the other end of the bridge obse
October 23, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander TuttonNumbness, that's all he felt as he was dragged into the courtyard with chains binding his hands and feet. The executioner stood proud with his axe stained a dark red with the dried blood of hundreds of men before him.They had murdered his father and mother and although he would like to tell himself his father's murder hadn't affected him, his stupid heart said otherwise. At least Alyn had escaped somehow, he didn't think he woukd have been able to live with her death. As they dragged him up the steps to the platform where the chopping block had been stationed, he turned to see Khasi sitting on the throne like she was already queen, smiling down at him with a victorious smirk. She spared him a few moments before deciding she had seen enough of him and with a flick of her hand, the guards dragged him forward.Blood danced in his vision and his head spun as they pushed h
October 23, 1345.Cassidy's Fort,The Queen's Mound,Imras.King Hayden of ImrasAs Hayden crossed from the rocky mountainous terrain of the Western Mountain range into the smooth grassy floors of North Walsham, he couldn't help the breath of relief that escaped his chest.Their ride from Imras was anything but smooth and he was only glad he had been able to get Alyn out of harms way.The battle to the death had taken a toll on him and even now as they continued their ride to intercept Khasi's army from Shiv'ra, the anticipation of the battle to come didn't help ease his weariness.He couldn't wait for the whole ordeal to be over so life could go back to how it had previously been albeit with slight barriers to his freedom now that he was king.He looked back at the horde he rode with, a nod from him giving the command that they were to break soon; a small riding party to guide Alyn to Stormhold and a greater part of the now combined barbarian and Imraian army with him.They must have
October 23, 1345.Cassidy's Fort,The Queen's Mound,Imras.Princess Alyn Midika Tutton"And if I don't?" She heard Hayden ask. "Well. You've already seen how accurate my archers are." Sparing her a crooked smile, he added, "And I get to keep your woman."'What?!' Alyn wondered. She was no bargaining chip but then again was she really in any position to argue. The savages had them surrounded and one wrong move from anyone would mean instant death.Her head turned to Hayden just as he looked at her, a grim look coating his usually playful face. A look she knew brought more foreboding than the rumble of thunder and lightning signifying an oncoming storm.He turned away from her to face the leader of the savages that still watched her with those piercing blue eyes that betrayed nothing akin to human emotion."For years our people have lived in harmony. A system that involved neither of us having to cross blades. Why then do you choose to attack those riding under the Kings Banner, Vae
23rd October, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The Walled City of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Queen Khasi Malik of Shiv'ra and MyknosAs Khasi was helped into the heavily jeweled gown she had had made for her coronation, she couldn't fight the smile that stretched across her face. It was an ornate work of gold netting that hugged her curves and left little to imagination, golden beads and diamonds dangling from where they had been sewn loosely into the material, reflecting the bright light of the seemingly sunny day and rattling with each step she took. She was sure the Mynosian nobles would have their noses turned up in disgust of her scandalous outfit, but like the cowards they were, they would do nothing more. They hadn't even been bold enough to fight for their dead King and still hadn't spoken a word about the Prince she was about to execute.Her smile widened with supreme self-satisfaction that could only be fully sealed with the beheading of Nicolas that afternoon in the courtyard.S