They came to a halt when they stumbled upon a stream. The water flowed gently, creating a soft, soothing sound. Trees provided shade from the afternoon sun, and wildflowers flourished along the banks. He got off the horse and effortlessly lifted her down.“Damn, we lost them!” Hera exclaimed, doing a little jig. “That was awesome!”“Happy to help, my lady.” He took a pack off his horse and led it to a grassy spot to munch.“You can drop the formalities. I’m Hera, not ‘my lady.’” She handed back the cape she had been wearing.“Right, I know your name.”“Then why call me ‘my lady’?” She watched him spread the cape on the ground for them to sit on.“It’s tough to call you anything else with that outfit.”“Is your accent for real?”“Nope, it’s genuine.”“So, you’re from Van Zanth?” Hera settled down, crossing her legs.“Yep.”“I guess all the women in Van Zanth dress like this, and you call them all ‘my lady’?”“Not all, but I respect those who deserve it.”He was a bit odd but incredibly
“The ultimate compliment.” Thomas pressed a quick kiss to Hera’s lips before stepping back. “We should get going. We don’t want Aurora’s guys to send out a search party for you.” Suddenly, nerves took over the moment. Thomas stood up and offered her his hand, helping her to her feet. “It’s getting late.” Hera fiddled with her dress, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles to seem casual. She couldn’t help but admire his toned physique from beneath her lashes while he packed their stuff. His broad shoulders tapered down to strong hips and an even better backside. She rolled her eyes and looked away. She really shouldn’t be thinking about his backside. Thomas’s horse snorted as Hera walked over. She spoke softly, stroking the horse’s cheek. “What a gorgeous animal. Is he yours?” Thomas secured his bag and moved around the horse to grab the bridle. “Yeah, I’ve had Tram for quite a while.” “So, do you live nearby?” She hoped for a positive answer. “I wouldn’t say nearby.” He was being va
The Gitana was sent five hundred years into the future, landing her in a world she barely understood. To lift the curse, she needed to track down a virgin woman of Augur lineage, as only the blood of a virgin could free her.For seventy years, Gitana had navigated this new era filled with technology and unfamiliar customs. Even without her Augur powers, she dabbled in dark magic, honing her skills in mind control and foresight. Her scheme to ensnare a virgin was clever—she would masquerade as a palm-reading Gitana at a Renaissance fair, using the event to attract her target.Thomas and Gelo were tasked to stop Gitana from finding the woman she sought. So far, Thomas had enjoyed his missions.No virgins meant no danger. Simple as that. As he approached the makeshift village, he wrapped his arm around Hera’s slim waist, inhaling her sweet fragrance. But things got complicated when the virgin in question was Hera Smith.Villagers watched as they rode by, and Thomas guided Tram to her ten
People were bowing, and kids giggled until their parents shushed them. Hera had to admit, it was kind of a blast. When she reached their table, someone handed her a glass of wine.“Wow, this is wild. You’d think we actually mattered to these folks.”“You said we wouldn’t enjoy ourselves,” Keia said, taking a big gulp from her glass. “So, what’s the deal with that mystery guy? I can’t remember much from last night.”“Seriously?” Hera replied with a smirk. “Maybe it’s because of how much of this...” She gestured to Keia’s drink. “...you downed last night.”Keia brushed off the jab and pressed on about Thomas and Hera’s time with him.“What’s he like?”“Well, he’s about this tall.” Hera held her hand up about six inches above her own height. “Broad shoulders, dark hair that goes down to his shoulders.” She paused; eyes closed for a moment. “I never thought I’d find long hair on a guy appealing.”Keia grinned, clearly enjoying the story. “When I realized his accent was genuine, I nearly m
"This is truly remarkable, Madame Aurora," Keia replied. The Gitana's gaze locked onto Thomas, her smile fixed in place. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your companions?" “Absolutely," Hera managed to say. "Thomas and Gelo meet Madame Aurora, the woman responsible for our newfound status." The Gitana reached out her hand. Thomas shook it briefly. "You put on a fantastic performance. How long have you been doing this?" Thomas inquired. "For several years now, Mr...?" She paused, waiting for his last name. He hesitated, unsure if she had any history with his family. Gelo, sensing the awkwardness, chimed in, "Several years? That must be exhausting at your age!" The Gitana shot him a disapproving look. Thomas discreetly kicked Gelo under the table. "What my friend means to say is, do you have plans to retire soon? Though I doubt anyone could manage this event as well as you do." “If all goes well, gentlemen, I’ll be retiring quite soon." Her attention shifted to Hera,
“Wow, you know a lot about medieval stuff, don’t you?" "That’s what I’ve been told," he replied, avoiding her gaze. "Looks like some guys are pretty eager to win tomorrow." He gestured toward the men practicing in the arena. Hera watched the horseback riders with a mix of excitement and nerves. "You’re competing, right?" Thomas touched her lower back as they leaned in for a better view. "Nope, Hera. I won’t be competing." She turned to him, surprised. "But I thought... since we’ve been..." His expression softened into a playful grin. "You’re kidding, right?" she asked, feeling relieved. "I won’t just compete; I’ll win," he said confidently. She let out a quick sigh and playfully tapped his chest. "Don’t freak me out like that." "Are you worried I wouldn’t fight for you?" "You’re the only guy I’ve kissed here! You better fight for me!" "I do like your kisses." "I’ll give you another if you win," she promised. He leaned in, looking to steal a kiss, but Bruce’
“Why do you think that?” “I’m not sure; it’s just a feeling I have. She wouldn’t have gone along with this if it weren’t for you. Hera was ready to walk out last night, and now she seems more...” Keia swirled her wine glass thoughtfully. “That probably sounds a bit off.” He pondered her words. They echoed his feelings since he had sat in her lap. “It makes total sense.” He grinned at Hera’s friend, bonding with the woman who looked out for his girl. He briefly reflected on how he had started to think of her as “his girl.” Hera wasn’t his in any real sense, but that’s how he felt. “Oh... No!” Keia suddenly interrupted his thoughts, glancing across the room. “Hera’s not going to tolerate that.” The music shifted, and so did Hera’s dance partner. She stood face to face with him. His size matched his drunken state. When he tried to pull Hera closer, she resisted, prompting Thomas to leap to his feet, fury in his eyes. He looked like a knight from a bygone era, pushing thro
H E R A It’s my twenty-second birthday and they said that comfort goes out the window on your birthday. It's practically a rule but I'm not a fan. I've never been one to squeeze into a tight dress and heels. Just give me jeans and a T-shirt or sweatpants. I really love sweatpants. But today is my birthday, and it's not just any birthday. I'm turning twenty-two, and my friends are adamant that I can't go out in joggers and a hoodie. "Well, you clean up nicely." Keia runs her fingers through my freshly styled hair and squeezes my shoulder. "Close your eyes." "Keia." "Listen to her," Janice chimes in while zipping up the fourth dress she made me try on. "You need to be surprised by how stunning you look. Who knew all this was hiding under those frumpy clothes." I playfully smack her arm and laugh. "You make it sound like I never dress up. I did for graduation." "That was months ago!" Janice sounds shocked. "Okay, enough. It doesn't matter. What matters is how you'll walk into th