Doreon
His 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
TarynTaryn stopped the horse and dismounted, while Aiden held him by the bridle. The sun had already gone down for some time leaving the light evening breeze to hit them.They had crossed the Elder border a few days ago and immediately felt the abrupt change in temperature.Every day it became more and more difficult to march back to Althea, the scorching sun gave him no respite. Elhiàs, always at the head of the procession of men, did not care much about that suffocating heat. It was much warmer than when she was gone and only a month had passed.She immediately took off her leather gloves and rubbed her sore shoulder: traveling all that time in the saddle was not doing her very well, she felt all the muscles of her body numb also because of Elhiàs.Since they had been together they had not been detached from each other, for Taryn it had become like an obsession, she could never get enough and for him it wa
Taryn put her head straight and stared into his eyes. "No," she immediately declared."Yes," Elhias replied. "We have to talk to him, to find Cleim I need him too.""No, you don't understand." Taryn got out of bed and placed the cup on the table. "Athelstan is not the problem, it is Kyros. What would happen if you sent a messenger to Locrand and instead of Athelstan Kyros showed up? What would happen if Kyros got his hands on me or Cleim, if he's alive, of course." Again she tried to suppress the grip that threatened to devour her heart at the very thought that such a thing might have happened to Cleim."He will never lay his hands on you, much less on the child," Elhias said as he reached her."You can't be sure. That man is capable of anything. He sent men to kill me. He hunted me like an animal, forced me to flee from Aeris, before I could even get close to Athelstan again. I will never allow him to come close to me again."Taryn turned to look
NathanHe had left Sumon in her room alone to ruminate, but he knew that the next day she would be the first to enter the boardroom waiting for everyone to arrive to discuss again.It was now late at night, but he was not sleepy, he preferred to enjoy the light breeze that ruffled his hair, so he stayed in the corridor. Elbows resting on the marble, as he watched the moon high in the sky illuminating the darkness, the air was fresh and filled his chest.He knew he would have to stay in Sumon's rooms, he knew they had to keep trying, but he couldn't, in fact, he didn't want to.He was tired.His mind was crowded. Memories, worries and thoughts.Memories that were brought to his mind by the presence of the Neyers, which he had sealed and clung to only in a few moments, which he now felt more vivid than ever, as if he were there again, in Althea.Concerns addressed above all to Doreon.His friend had been