The woman froze, her face was contracted by terror, as she narrowed her eyes in the direction of a boy, a few years older than her other daughter. The commander followed the woman's gaze and a malicious smile appeared on her face.
"Please," said the Ucria in a trembling voice. Doreon was surprised.
A Ucria, one of the most fearsome beings alive, whose name made the people who heard him tremble with terror. One of the daughters of the creature that destroyed the earth hundreds of thousands of years earlier, dividing humans into two warring factions for millennia, now stood on the ground, terrified begging for mercy to a girl in her early twenties.
"Pray to your cursed god," the commander replied. "Did you pray when you killed the women in the village who decided to train? Did you pray when you took the provisions of the other villages for yourself? Did you pray when you decided to ambush the people who came to help us?"
The commander, this time angry, move
TarynTranquility had descended in the camp, her wounded soldiers had been taken to tents, where curators were trying to help them. The men who emerged unscathed from the battle were busy regrouping the dead on the battlefield, both enemies and friends.Elhias' army had had a decisive impact on the battle. In a short time they had managed to take down their opponents managing to gain the upper hand in a clash that now seemed to have the decisive result.Although her uncle had set a trap for anyone who decided to attack them from behind, he had not considered Elhias. Taryn did not know exactly how he had done it, but Elhias had put out the fire within a short time, allowing his men to enter the fight and gain the upper hand.Now Taryn was in her tent, as the sun outside was setting and given way to the moon and stars. They had spent the day burning the bodies of fallen
Taryn couldn't take it anymore, she thought she was going crazy, while Elhiàs caressed her with his hands and lips causing shivers all over her body.He raised his head and looked straight into her eyes, Elhias' pupils were dilated, burning for her, burning with passion, as he passed his index finger over her lower lip, chin, neck and in the space between her breasts. Taryn gasped, he grabbed her breast and brought them to his lips sucking and biting gently.Taryn dropped her head back intoxicated with pleasure, while Elhias' lips moved to the other breast, giving him the same treatment as the previous one. Taryn's hair brushed against her bare back, causing more chills, as she continued to moan shamelessly, unable to stop.Elhias left her breast and looked up at her, looking at her again before kissing her, this time more gently. Taryn responded to the kiss by encountering each blow of Elhias' tongue, as she gently moved her pelvis, rubbing her center ag
DoreonHis head was throbbing, his body was hurting. He tried to move, but his broken arm caused painful pangs that radiated all over his body. He grunted in exasperation, before opening his eyes again. He blinked several times trying to focus. He was lying in a large bed, his head between the soft pillows. He no longer wore armor, but a simple tunic of soft cloth. His armor had been carefully placed on the wooden table in the middle of the large room.He moved his gaze to the ceiling and stood still staring at it, trying to bring back memories of what had happened.They had been attacked by the Ucrie, while trying to return to the coast: many of his men had died, others seriously wounded. He did not know what had happened to the lords, much less if they were alive or if they had been slaughtered by witches.After the battle the pain had been so excruciating that he fainted. His body was still throbbing, but he didn
He had been in front of the wooden door for several minutes and was not moving. He dared not knock, he did not dare to leave, he dared to do nothing.He had been walking around the building for a while, before meeting a lady from the kitchens who had immediately pushed him to one of the larger rooms and forced him to sit down, enriching the table with food and food. The woman had filled his plate every time Doreon emptied it, justifying herself by saying that he had to regain his strength, after fighting and being unconscious for days.Doreon had eaten until he almost vomited, while the woman looked at him contentedly.After finishing, he thanked him and showed him the direction to take, greeting her before setting out.And now he stood motionless, facing Barclay's room, undecided about what to do. He didn't know what exactly had driven him there: something inside him made him think about the young warrior. Maybe it was the fact that they were both
TarynSome sun rays sprouted from the cracks of the thin veil of cloth that kept the curtain closed. The sun was slowly rising and another day was beginning. That day would be very important to them, as they would decide what they would do in the immediate future.But at that moment Taryn wasn't thinking about that. She didn't think about his army, much less her kingdom.At that moment her whole mind and body was focused on the sensation of Elhias' lips, on her skin as he gently caressed her neck; his moans in her ear sent shivers down her spine, even though her body was hot and sweaty, like Elhias' behind her; his chest slamming into Taryn's back with each blow of Elhias' pelvis.A moan, like a cry, escaped from her lips when with a push he went deeper, pushing her forward, but her body remained attached to that of him surrounding her with his arms, holding her still. Both were kneeling on the bed.Taryn tur
Before she knew it, Elhias broke away and she stood for a moment with her mouth open and her eyes closed before looking at him."Don't provoke me," Elhias said, walking away.Taryn arched her eyebrows. "Me?" she asked distraughtly.Elhias nodded and took the armor in his hands before heading towards the exit of the tent. "Are you ready?"Taryn agreed and immediately followed him, while he opened the curtain for her, and together they went out.The remaining lords seated around the table along with some lords of Elhias and their generals found themselves again in Grander's tent. Taryn had arrived first because the young king had gone to talk to some men to find out if the search team had returned. Now he sat next to her, while the men around the table fought each other, as usual, trying to decide what to do.Only Taront remained silent, as usual, and watched everything. At that moment his gaze was focused on Taryn and every now and then he fl
DoreonDoreon struck the commander with his elbow, causing her to retreat. She watered down the air. The girl sheared a couple of times and Doreon took advantage of his moment of distraction to attack, by now he knew that he had to take advantage of every moment of inattention to hit her, otherwise he would have ended up immediately knocked out.He swirled the hilt of the sword in his hand and attacked her while she brought a hand to her stomach, where he had struck her. With a slash he tried to catch her in the right shoulder, but she swirled on herself quickly, she went straight back and kicked him in the chest, pushing him back; With the flat part of the sword he struck him in the arm, still sore, making him squint.The commander quickly crouched on the ground, placing a hand on the ground, kicking him on his ankles. Doreon flew into the air and landed with his back groaning in pain, the blow made him see the sparks for a moment. He
Doreon stopped the horse and dismounted. In front of him the soldiers of the commander took the steeds gathering them together. She sat comfortably in front of a fire, at her side were Blake, Lyza and Barclay.Doreon decided to stay away from them. He took off his cloak and sat down and placed it next to him. He was in front of the girl and could see her through the flames.The commander was quiet and talking to Blake and Barclay, she had freed herself from the belt with her swords and placed it at her feet, while Barclay, sitting to her right, handed her a piece of dried meat.Doreon watched them carefully, the portrait of tranquility, as they argued among themselves.The girl's features were relaxed and serene, as they always were when she was surrounded by her warriors; The shadows of the flames danced on her face, while she moved a lock of pink hair behind her ear, with her elbows resting on her knees.They had left that morning at dawn and had
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