When they were out of breath they detached themselves from each other, Elhias rested his forehead on hers with his eyes closed.
"Please don't tell me to leave again," Elhias said in a whisper, almost as a plea.
Taryn ran a hand through his silky, black hair, feeling her heart beat even faster. She sighed and closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of Elhias, intoxicating himself with its smell.
"Stay," she whispered and pushed him against her mouth again.
Elhias immediately returned the kiss by surrounding her with his arms and placing his hands on her back, where he began to unfasten the strings of the corset of her dress as she moaned in her mouth.
Taryn squeezed him with her legs, trying to push him even further against her, as if they weren't close enough.
She released Elhias' black locks and lowered her hands down his neck, moving them slowly towards his chest and beginning to unfasten his belt with swords, causing it to fall to the g
AthelstanAthelstan did not know whether to rage and destroy his chambers or lock himself in it and never leave.His father had been in Sierra for just a day and had already threatened to blow up everything he was trying to build with so much effort.At that moment he was on the balcony of his chambers observing the moon, he had undressed and wore only the white tunic and a pair of brown leather pants; He was barefoot and the cold stone on the floor stung his skin, but he didn't care.His head rested on his arms crossed above the marble parapet, his eyes were closed as he tried to breathe deeply.Inside and out. Inside and out. Over and over again.Being there in Sierra, standing side by side with the man who had made his sister suffer like that, tested her patience and mental stability.Every time he looked Nathan Fannil in the eyes he saw only Aislin's sad look, before she got
The window suddenly opened and an icy, strong wind entered the room, swirling quickly and throwing all the containers on the table to the ground."You are my son and I would never disinherit you, but you must learn how to behave like a king," said his quieter father, as the icy wind ruffled his blond hair."Then begin to do it," replied Athelstan, calming down.Everything around them calmed down, his father stared out of the corner of his eye at the wide open window and then looked back at him and sat quietly.Athelstan had never behaved that way towards his father, he had never lost his temper in that way and he had never rebelled, but the whole situation made him uncomfortable and he could no longer close his eyes and accept whatever he did, because he was tired of doing it."If you trust your son, your blood, then follow him, let him act for once, let him make these decisions and if he makes a mistake then he will pay the consequences," his moth
DoreonIt was almost dawn and Doreon hadn't closed his eyes all night, he had been staring at the ceiling, lying on the bed, his body tense at every sound coming from outside. He had barred the door by locking it with the wooden table and with some chairs, not that it was of any use, but he hoped that in case of danger it would give him time to escape.He had not heard from Barclay again, he knew that he had been accompanied by some of his men inside the building, in pain and with a broken arm. Hoping that he had received the necessary care, Doreon knew well that broken bones, if left untreated, could create problems with the passage of time.He sighed deeply. In the corridors there was no noise, everything was silent.Fortunately, he hadn't met any Ucria, other than Nessa, and didn't know whether to consider himself lucky or prepare for the worst. The witch had mentioned over and over again the ships the lords had brought, askin
He turned his head slightly and out of the corner of his eye observed the streets of the town, the main street: the one from which he himself had arrived, was completely deserted. No citizens, no noise, only the light wind that stroked his hair ruffling it slightly.He turned his head away and again looked at a street, this time smaller, even that was deserted. They were completely alone, as if the village had suddenly been abandoned.No one walked, no one looked out the windows, no one moved.Instinctively, Doreon brought one hand to the hilt of the sword and the other to the dagger over his chest. He remained motionless. The buildings behind him, his head slightly turned, while out of the corner of his eye he looked intently at the small street. His men did not notice Doreon's state of tension in the slightest, but rather continued to arrange their belongings and give orders to each other.Doreon waited, his body attentive, all his senses on alert. Then
TarynAll she could see were blades, blades that sparkled with the first glimmers of sunlight that was now overcoming the hills on the horizon. The men were lining up on the opposite side to where the flames were still coming from.The few men left standing and who were able to fight were lining up in the camp, far from the camp. The area was flat and no obstacle bothered his view. From there they could see clearly in front of them, as the sun took more and more life.Taryn, Aiden and Grander were behind the array, her rider had not allowed her to put herself on the front line, since in that case he would not be able to protect her and she was not able to protect herself, she had to admit. Apart from using the bow, she couldn't do anything else and preferred not to be a burden to others, she had barely learned hand-to-hand combat and, despite this, she wasn't sure she could beat anyone.The archers were placed right in front of t
She groaned as if she was really in pain and blinked several times, almost returning to reality.Aiden looked at her perplexed, not understanding what was happening to her, while inside her there was only a clash, between her and the Elhiàs' chains that blocked and imprisoned her.She shifted her gaze to the usurper who with her eyes was scanning face by face, looking for something, looking for her.He looked at all the men, from the knights to the archers until his gaze met Taryn's.A flash of almost pleasant surprise ran through his face, while a smug smile appeared on his lips; He looked at her from head to toe, with a lascivious look that sent shivers down her whole body, but she didn't look away.Her eyes remained glued to those of her uncle, even if every fiber of her being ordered her to lower her gaze, to leave, she did not move: she remained motionless to look at him, without letting any emotion shine on his face."What an im
DoreonThe sky suddenly darkened, as the earth began to shake, the pebbles on the ground vibrated and jumped from side to side as if they had come to life. Doreon put himself in position clutching his weapons in his hands, next to him Barclay placed himself in an attacking position, twirling the axe in front of him."In position!" cried the commander to his men.The Ucrie began to sing a song raising their faces to the dark sky, the clouds from white became red as the blood that would soon surely wet the dry earth."Don't attack!" ordered Doreon. Barclay looked at him."Don't attack?" he asked, raising his eyebrows."If we attack head-on, they will slaughter us in no time," Doreon explained without taking his eyes off the soldiers in front of them.The sky was pierced by lightning.Barclay was given a chuckle. "Well commander, I will follow your orders," he said, looking back at him.The Ucrie c
Everyone around him perished and screamed, many of his men fell to the ground, lifeless bodies being battered by opponents.The commander returned to look at the witches, kneeling and in pain, took a deep breath waiting for the final blow, waiting to leave that world to meet again with the Gods and then with his father. He would die as he had always wanted, fighting. And for him there was no better way than to die fighting for the things they believed in, true to himself to the end.One of the Ucrie approached him, with slow steps. The girl looked at him, her eyes bloodshot, her pupils dilated as if she felt immense pleasure, she looked at him from above smiling. Doreon closed his eyes and breathed deeply: once, twice, three times, before opening his eyes again and looking at the witch, devoid of expressions and fear. The girl opened her eyes wide, surprised by Doreon's expression and opened her mouth to say something, to give him the coup de grace, but before he could
Aislin shook her head. "It's like talking to a wall, do you ever listen to what I tell you?" she asked, turning to him. "Of course, but there's a gulf from there to agreeing with all your decisions. You'd solve half your problems if you decided to exterminate Werod's followers from the first to the last," Doreon said honestly. Barclay arched his eyebrows, but nodded as did Blake and Lyza. Everyone felt the same way, but no one had ever dared to say it openly. Doreon didn't understand exactly what they feared. That she freaked out? That she had a temper tantrum? As if she hadn't had enough in those last few days. Aislin, stunned, looked first at her warriors, then at Doreon. "Shut up, Doreon," she repeated again, this time angrily. Silently they reached the ship they were going to use for the long journey. A rope ladder had been thrown from the bridge. As soon as their boat approached the ship, Doreon got up and rushed to help Aislin, who turned away and climbed the ladder alo
Doreon The priestess had just finished the rite and in the sea other girls were fished out by the men on the ships, ready to sail. Doreon found himself at Aislin Neyer's side, silently watching the ocean as the last rays of the sun shone on them, reflected on the crystalline surface. Behind them the warriors were silent, except Barclay who was noisily chewing a piece of dried meat, not caring in the least for the hateful noise he was making. Pix had already boarded his ship, on the orders of the commander. There was no need for all the men to be present at the ritual and then, according to the commander, that way they would arouse less suspicion that she did not want to see the men coming from Aeris. Aislin loved to play games and keeping her identity a secret for as long as possible was the game she enjoyed the most. She had sent some of the allies to the other port villages, where the other two commanders were waiting for them along with some of their men. Doreon hadn't met t
Both came out of the council chamber, while behind them she heard Kyros giving orders to go and call Queen Reanna. Sumon stood beside Nathan, as they proceeded down the corridor to the main gates from which the two rulers of the west and north would come. "What was that reaction from Athelstan?" she asked Nathan softly. "During the Summit five years ago, Taryn Fahan sneaked into Althea in secret... I think to be able to get the support of some king, but she ended up in the bed of Athelstan. Aislin told me that her brother had completely lost his mind for her, then I don't know what happened," Nathan explained, as they turned into another corridor. "Hadn't Elhias Ackard and Athelstan grown up together?" asked Taryn. Nathan shrugged. "And Elhias married the woman he is in love with?" Her husband shrugged his shoulders again. "A fiery encounter is on the horizon," Sumon reflected after a while. "And Kyros? Why that reaction?" "I have no idea, nothing good, Sumon... nothing good,"
Sumon The servants quickly placed food on the table and disappeared from the door, while Athelstan Neyer and Nathan continued to argue about the different abandoned ports of Haefest. They had been arguing for five days now and until then they had made great progress, thanks also to the fact that on the second day Kyros Neyer had arrived, something had changed and it had happened. First of all, at the head of the table, on the opposite side from Nathan, sat no longer Kyros Neyer, but his son. Athelstan seemed to have taken the reins of the situation and, since that morning, had done nothing but talk and talk, discussing peacefully with her husband, while Kyros had stood aside to listen. He had spoken a few times in the debate and had not made much of a contribution. The lords of Athelstan listened to him looking at him with devotion, nodding at whatever the prince said or proposed. Devotion that had not escaped Kyros who observed everything with a stern look. Sumon did not unders
Doreon looked at her for a moment before that name entered his mind. He froze, his breath seemed to die in his throat, while images of Nathan were going through in his head.His gaze when, under duress from Doreon himself and Damien, he had begun to tell what had happened between him and the princess of Locrand, the way in which his eyes had remained empty, after finding out about his departure. And also all the suffering of Sumon in not feeling enough, in not being able to fill the void left in Nathan.All the years he had spent watching his best friend, his brother, disintegrate before his eyes.A shiver of anger ran through him, but Doreon stopped him, so he immobilized and looked at the commander carefully."It's not possible," Doreon said in a whisper. "It's not possible. She's dead. She died five years ago." He shook his head."Do I look dead to you?" she said, bending her head to the side and pointing at herself.Doreon shook his head
DoreonDoreon sat on the ground, his back resting on the log in front of the fire, as he took the bag with wine and brought it to his lips."Damn witches!" exclaimed Barclay, sitting next to him and pulling the wine out of his hands, before bringing it to his lips.Doreon snorted annoyingly and watched as he threw himself on the ground noisily."And you'll have to put up with them all the way to Mihdel," Doreon pointed out.Barclay went through the water and began to cough, Doreon took the wine back to his lips taking a large sip."Stop complaining and provoking them, you will only increase their hatred and desire for revenge," Doreon said quietly, as she passed him the wine."Doreon is right," the commander declared behind him, before sitting down next to Doreon. "They're already uncontrollable, if you get bothered by them, I won't be able to keep them out of your throat." Doreon took the wine and pass
"Accompany him to his accommodation," he then ordered the servants, who immediately nodded.The man made a half-bow and then quietly exited the tent.As soon as he left, Elhias stood up and stepped down from the platform, running a hand through her black hair and ruffling it."What do you want to do?" asked Taryn, passing the letter to one of the lords of Elhias, before she too rose."We must go to Sierra immediately. If what I think is happening, we need to start preparing everybody.""Everybody?" asked Taryn, puzzled.Elhias nodded."And the men who will go north?" asked one of Taryn's lords."The plans will remain the same until we have certain information. The usurper will soon fall, however, and as soon as he does, we will recall the army," Elhias replied."What about marriage?" Taront asked, arching an eyebrow."We have a master in the camp, and we will celebrate him this very evening."
TarynThey had stood still for a day, waiting for the messenger from Locrand to be brought to them. Elhias had not the slightest intention of taking a step without first finding out what Locrand wanted from him.Taryn suspected that Elhias wanted to find an excuse to meet Athelstan. Surely he hoped that the message would be an invitation to Locrand, so that he could finally meet his old friend again. She knew what kind of bond united them, that they had grown up together and adored each other as brothers, and she was also aware that being forced to close ties with him had made him suffer greatly. Although Elhias never showed his emotions on the outside, Taryn could see beyond his façade. She had learned to understand it, she knew how his little head worked, and in their time together she had observed the relationship between the two princes a lot.They had always been a shadow of each other. They never separated and their thought
Nathan turned around, grabbed her by the hips and sat her down on the table, before joining their lips. Aislin immediately brought her hands into his hair and wrapped his waist with her legs, while returning the kiss passionately. Their tongues intertwined, their breaths mingled. Nathan pushed himself at her, trying to be as close as he could, as she moaned in his mouth. When they were out of breath they broke away. Nathan rested his forehead on hers and opened his eyes, meeting her sweet gaze. Aislin rubbed her nose against his and Nathan got goosebumps as his heart pounded. "I missed you," Aislin said gently, looking him in the eye and running her hands through his blonde hair. "You too," Nathan admitted, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, intoxicated with his scent. "Where did they move you?" he asked, stroking her behind her back. Aislin pulled her forehead off his forehead and Nathan opened his eyes. The princess bent