"This way," Angus said to the small hooded figure beside him. He rounded the corner and turned to a narrow alley where filth lay. There another figure stood clothed in a dark robe but the cowl of the robe was lowered to reveal Octavius' face. He was waiting impatiently under the full moon of the night, shifting from one foot to the other. He turned sharply at the sound of approaching feet and relaxed when he saw it was only his brother and his guest
The small hooded body ran to him and clung tightly to his body. He held her too and pressed his lips to her hair. Emilia held on to him like he was her last chance at survival.
"Make it quick," Angus hissed in the dark "Anyone could chance on us at any moment and report this to father"
"It's not going to be a surprise to him since he already knows about Emilia and me but I do appreciate your concern brother," Octavius murmured back at his brother. Emilia took a step back and stared up at him in the dark.
"What?" she asked, her voice a quiet tremor.
"Yes, Emilia, my father knows about us and I don't know how. He wants me to give you up and marry that northern princess we have Angus to thank here for buying us enough time to think of a plan"
Emilia let go of Octavius to press Angus' hand in gratitude "Thank you very much, Angus"
He shrugged "The least I can do for my lovesick, dense-headed brother here. He wants to be with you and I don't want the responsibility of a kingdom that is not rightfully mine and the best way to achieve both goals is to allow you two work something out," he looked from his brother to Emilia "I'll be on the lookout for guards"
Octavius nodded his head in gratitude. As soon as his brother was out of sight he pulled Emilia to himself and kissed her softly. She melted under the warmth of his embrace losing her senses like she always did around him until her worries overrode the pleasure of being in his arms.
"I am scared I may start to show early," she whispered as she pulled her cloak tighter about her body, resting her hand on her still flat belly. "If we don't do something quick enough my parents will sense the change in me and my father will be after your head"
Octavius sighed as he too took a step away from her.
"Did you come alone?"
"My maid and a trusted guard came with me. He owes me a favor so he'll keep his mouth shut"
Octavius nodded. His mind was in a state of unrest as he considered their situation and came up with plans after plans all of which he discarded but one.
"My father is making plans to marry me off to Helos, his commander's son. I fear in a short while the plans will be finalized and I will find myself in Helos' bed with your child. I don't want that to happen," she choked out.
"And it will not. I would have gladly run away with you but my father would definitely find us and bring us back and I know your father is only seeking to marry you off because he has no male child, anyone who marries you becomes the heir to his throne but I swear by Robos I will not let that man be Helos or any other but myself"
"Then what do we do?"
"I was thinking about something before you arrived with Angus. We should take an oath before the gods that way our parents will have no choice but to marry us to each other because they know an oath like that broken could bring our untimely deaths"
Emilia shook her head "I thought about that too but it will take more than that to convince my father. Besides, the gods of our pantheon and the gods of yours can easily break whatever bond we have together. I know a way that might work, though but it will require sacrifices"
Octavius came forward and held her hands "Then we should do it"
Emilia pulled her hands free, turning her face away "It's not as easy as that, Octavius, we will need the help of my Intavia god of love and fate and I know the both of them, their sacrifices will become too much of a burden for us to bear"
Octavius recaptured her hand "Whatever those burdens are I'll bear them for us both. Do you trust them well enough to help us?"
"I will be a fool not to"
"Good, then we should do it. I'll find a way to come to your kingdom and we'll visit their temples together and make our requests. Whatever they want in return we will pay it together and if becomes too much for you I'll pay it for the both of us," he paused and slid his hands up her face "Does my love mean anything to you?"
"Means more to me than my own life"
He smiled and took her hands again pulling them up to his face where he pressed her palms to his cheeks "Then we'll try this see if it works and if it doesn't we'll keep trying until we have nothing to live for. I will not marry any other besides you. My parent's marriage was arranged and while my mother grew to love my father I have watched her suffer silently at his associations with his many mistresses and I will not put you through that will Helos neither will I put myself through that in a hate marriage with the northern princess"
Emilia nodded. Octavius pressed his lips to her head and prayed to the gods that her plan, whatever it was worked, and if it did he would then find a way to defeat the northern kingdom and put Camelorn at an advantage such as they will never have to fear defeat from their enemies again.
He released Emilia and whistled low on his breath summoning Angus who arrived silently holding a loaf of bread between his teeth. Octavius quenched the urge to roll his eyes at his brother who had two basic needs in life; women and food. It was a mystery his father hadn't enrolled the glutton in the army yet as every second son was supposed to. He made a mental note to include Angus in the training of the impending war.
"Are you done?" Angus asked with sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Yes, we are. We didn't take too long so take that edge off your voice and see that the princess gets to her maid and guard safe or I'll have your head on a platter"
Angus merely laughed as he offered his arm to Emilia who laid her hand gently in the crook of his elbow. "I will make sure I do as you Lordship commands as I happen to have use of the head on my shoulders," he jabbed his brother playfully in the ribs. "Come my lady Emilia let's get away from Lord Sour, the farther you are away from him and spend more time with me you'll see how much use I can be to you"
Octavius advanced on his brother and would have seized his throat had Emilia not held him off with a laugh "You should let Angus talk my love, you know my heart belongs to you alone and no other so no matter what he says or how much fun he is I'll always chose sour over flirty"
Angus laughed and steered her away from his brother whose heart was written in his eyes clear as day. Angus led Emilia away from the narrow alley and into the street. The drunks in the streets paid no attention to them as there was nothing about them that stood out. He led her down by the creek where her maid and her guard waited with two horses. He helped Emilia on her horse and bade her well before heading back to the alley to his brother. His brother was in love, so much so that his thinking was distorted. Angus was happy and proud of him but feared that his brother would go to the extreme to have Emilia with him. Love was good but it could sometimes be a dangerous thing with no good ending and in this Angus couldn't see anything good coming out of it but his loyalty was to his brother and in any way he could he was willing to help.
He found his brother in the alley patiently waiting for him.
"She's safe and on her way home"
"Good"
"You are a fool brother"
"I know and one day you will understand why"
Angus shook his head. He followed Octavius out of the alley, into the street, and back to the palace where they sneaked in through the servants' passage to the royal quarters.
The robe covering Octavius' tunic scraped the floor gently as he made his way to the Counsel Room where he knew his father and his court were waiting. He wasn't supposed to have kept them waiting but he had received news from Emilia that morning elaborating on the plan they had made during their previous rendezvous and he had sat back to write a letter to her sending it through the ever-faithful Angus who had waited to collect it. His father would be furious that he had kept the court waiting when were supposed to be judging matters and making plans for the battle preparation. The guard in front of the Counsel Room dressed in complete armor except the helmet bowed before him before opening the huge doors for him. The court was a restless group of men and one woman, Liliah, who was the noble in charge of Camelorn festivities. Maids with platters of cheeses, figs, and apples came and went with from a side door hidden behind the large velvet curtain that covered the room. As Oc
Octavius pulled on the reins of his horse willing it to go faster. While the soldiers were training under the ever-watchful eyes of Festus and Garius he had taken off into the stable and had taken one of the smaller horses, one his father would never notice was gone if he decided to search for him. Angus had come back with news from Emilia and it had taken two days before Octavius had been able to escape his father's watchful eyes. He had once again implored Garius to cover up for him. Emilia's message had been both worrying and hopeful. She was sure the gods of Intavia were willing to help but afraid of what the price for their help was goi
Octavius shifted his weight from one leg to another as he looked down at Emilia. She crooked a finger at him and started towards an alternate entrance. The main entrance was covered with flowers of different colors but this one was without the decorations and no one used it but a priest who stood there with his hand tucked into the folds of his cloak. On his forehead, he had a black dye dot at the center. Emilia approached him and whispered. He shook his head looking from her hooded figure to Octavius and tilted his head indicating they should follow him. He led them to an alcove where a tray with two jars of honey and baked pastries covered with crumbs of sugar laid for everyone knew Psagon, the Intavia god of love had a sweet tooth. "My lady, you requested for these," the priest said. He picked the tray and handed it to Emilia, reached over to Octavius with outstretched hands, took his hands in his, and led it to the tray in Emilia's. "Lovers who seek favor from Ps
Emilia clung to the hanging on her bed and wept for her child. She had held her tears well enough while Octavius had remained with her even though a few rebellious tears had slipped out. She hung on for dear life with her hand flat on her belly as she wept bitterly. Ilena stood at the threshold of the room watching her mistress bemoan the loss of a child she would never know and love. On one hand, she held a jar of mead in case her mistress needed it to get too drunk to feel her pain, and on another, she held a pot of hot water with some tea leaves and a few aromatic for though she was a woman of principles she also knew her mistress might require the aromatic plants to dull her pain. She had gotten the plants from the oldest priest who made sacrifices to Daegon, the Intavia god of gods during winter, summer, and fall festivals. He had narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her but did not comment giving the plants over. As she watched her mistress wallow in misery she kn
"Your Highness?" Octavius looked up from the stool on which he sat, a priest was waiting in front of him in a shabby cloak covering an equally shabby tunic that was excessively frayed at the hem. He had awoken early, taken a cloak from his trunk, and taken a walk. He had intended to visit the temple later in the day but on impulse had turned towards the cobble-stoned street and headed for the temple of Ashterah the goddess of war. The street was almost empty except for the fishermen who dragged their nets to their boats on the shore. He had stopped to watch them load up their boats and cut the ropes securing them to the shore with an absent mind. He had imagined jumping into one of the boats and rowing it to Intavia away from his kingdom and responsibilities until he remembered he already had his wishes all he needed now was the help of the goddess of war to win the war. With that in mind, he had continued on his way. "You must come with me to the inner room
“How was it?” Angus murmured under his breath. He was standing at the passage a corner way from the throne room. The passage was lined with passive guards trained to be present and not to listen and even if they did listen and gossip from time to time no one else was to hear of any leaked secrets. Still, Octavius pulled his brother into an alcove. “Great,” he replied with a bit of sarcasm he hoped his brother did not hear. He burned with shame and disgust knowing that Ashterah had offered herself to him but he knew that his brother as well as everyone else would call him a fool for not accepting her offer. Every man considered a night with the war goddess an honor even though not many men came out of her temple at Mount Kpamos alive. Angus raised his brow. “Just that?” He sighed. He dipped his hand into a slit in his tunic and brought out the copper coin that held Ashterah’s emblem and showed
The whole army that consisted of newly grafted soldiers and war heroes who had fought with King Philip marched out to the battlefields with their squires, maids, and a few helpful hands. Both squires and extra hands helped to build tents. Words had reached the Camelorn army that the Amires had set the northern villages on fire, killing, raping, stealing, and destroying. Octavius had hastened Gustoff with the weapons, getting more than 3000 swords, shields, and clubs, the trained archers had been supplied with new quivers, arrows, and new bows all with Ashterah's emblem, the foot soldiers marched in front with boxes of fire powder, horse archers and captains held their horses and led them to the makeshift stable the squires built while battalion leaders assembled to supervise. Octavius, Garius, Festus, and two more generals; Calors and Inobus supervised the all-around activities. Octavius walked slowly in the direction the maids went carrying woods for fire, pots, and pans to cook wi
The blast of the horn echoed throughout the camp and horse soldiers came out dressed in their armor, holding shields, foot soldiers carried spears with their shields, archers led by their captain Angus dressed in dark red cloaks held their bows in their hands tested the taut bowstring and adjusted the arrows in their quivers, captains ran through the camp hurrying squires about their duties. The squires carried swords and shields to their master, carrying also the bridle for their horses. Octavius stood before his armor rack and ran his hand over the same armor his father had used before in many battles, although some additional protection had been added over time, it was beautiful and strong. He began to remove the pieces off the rack and put them on with the help of a squire when he caught sight of an image on the breastplate of the armor. The red tunic of a voluptuous woman was vivid and as she came forward his heart dropped. It was Ashterah. She sensed his discom
I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.
Octavius stepped back at the sight of the change that came over the brother whom he thought he knew. "What do you mean Angus? Don't do anything stupid I beg you by the gods." Angus laughed as he reached into his robe. "I am not doing anything stupid. This is something that should have been done a long time ago. I am doing the gods a favor. I am doing Camelorn a favor by saving then from the one person who has caused many troubles on them." Octavius kept his eyes locked on Angus' and as soon as his hand came out from behind his robe he knew there was no use fighting. Angus thought of everything. In his hand was a dagger with a golden liquid covering it. It was the Mekai. The one liquid that was known to kill gods and make them wandering souls. "You really want to do this?" Angus approached him. From the corner of his eyes tears fell from Octavius eyes. He knew this was the end, knew this was all his life was coming to and in that last mom
Cleopoda ran hastily down the hall, her legs barely touched the ground as she ran. She feared that one of the people in the library knew she had been there and may come for her. Tears threatened to blind her as she went. Who would believe that Uncle Angus took so many years to plan his own brother's downfall? The same Uncle Angus who loved her when no one else did, the same one who brother food to her when she was younger, the same one who risked war with an enemy nation to see that she was brought back home. How can the man in the library be the same Uncle Angus? Some part of her was glad that Father would be stripped of his power as King of Camelorn, the other part of her heart broke for him. He loved his brother very much yet that brother planned for years on how best to take his kingdom away from him. She felt sad for him but her anger at his treatment of her over these years threatened to overcome her pity for him. Uncle Angus even knew of Amelia's infidel
Cleopoda ran down the length of the hall looking for Angus. It was amazing what one declaration from the mouth of a prince could do. Since Uncle Angus made that declaration of her royalty in the morning the servants had treated her with a little more dignity even though they were still wary of her.She wasn't used to having any servant look at her with anything besides disdain, as though she was a common thing stuck to the bottom of their sandals, and curiosity. Now some even bowed slightly. Even Demeris seemed to acknowledge her presence when she stopped in the kitchen for some food for Ajun.As she walked the length of the hall ignoring the soldiers who stood guard she looked from side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of her beloved uncle. She was just about to give up searching for him when she heard his voice coming from the library. She stopped in her tracks listened to be sure it was indeed Uncle Angus. Sure enough, it was he.The door of the
Octavius raised his hands to silence the people who only yelled more, pumping their fists in the air as they shouted. Octavius looked helplessly at the angry faces as they demanded that he open the gates so they can destroy the temple or do something about their predicament. They spoke simultaneously and loudly that he could not hear a single word.Taking a deep breath he raised his voice high above the din. "People of Camelorn what is it you want?"The replied all at once. Octavius' ears hurt at their shouts. He took another breath and shouted louder."I can not hear what you all are saying and as such can not respond to your complaints. If you may please chose someone to speak for everyone."It was an impossible task. They were an angry mob and everyone wanted to represent the crowd. After much time had been wasted with much pushing and fighting the people finally chose a certain merchant who held a little girl in his arms. He held her
Even before the day started Octavius already knew it would be a day he would dread. It started with Asterah visiting him, draining even ounce of his strength before the day even began. How the goddess could never be satisfied with sex he would never know. He was glad that he was able to please her this time. But as soon as she left him and he heard the knock on the door he knew his bad day was about to get worse.It was Angus who knocked. He wore a light tunic and over it was his royal robe of dark blue with the coat of arms of Camelorn sewn below its shoulder."Brother," Octavius greeted, doing his best to sound formal and regal. "You look well."Angus entered the room."You look terrible," he chuckled. Octavius laughed too but in his heart, he knew that he was indeed a miserable man. He picked himself from his bed and drew his robe around his shoulders with a show of confidence."Any news from Amire?" He asked Angus."Much news. They w
Cleopoda looked at a sleeping Ajun at the foot of her bed. The palace was quiet at this time of the morning, it was just before dawn but she was already awake. In fact, she couldn't sleep throughout the night because her mind was troubled. Since her return to the palace a week ago there had been changes. The servants were still the same as ever, eyeing her curiously and wondering why she should be allowed to live in the palace but there was a bit of respect for her too because Uncle Angus had commanded that she should be treated like royalty. She still had to cover her head and eyes when moving about the palace, especially when she had to go to the kitchen or the washrooms to hide the allure that drew people to her. But these things weren't troubling her, what was the fact that she had seen someone who didn't belong in the palace creeping around. Her surprise at seeing him there had held her rooted to the ground especially when she had seen from whose room he was coming from.
Days after they left the Summer Palace to Camelorn the tension was still high in the atmosphere. The talk and fear of war increased drastically and words of it were whispered from soldier to soldier and servant to servant. Cleopoda remained in her room because Angus told her to. She knew he feared that if she ever ran into her father, Octavius in the halls he would send her back to the temple or someplace where he may never find her again. Father never visited her and neither did his new wife, Amelia and it hurt her but by now she was used to his lack of concern for her. She wanted nothing more than to see Mama Remin and Strukus, maybe even pay a visit to Zenas at the temple if he was still there but she was to remain within the walls of the room Angus had the servants prepare for her. She shared her room with Ajun who did nothing more than to eat and sleep and read the books Angus sent to her through the servants, they were folklore with sketched pictures. The boy barely had storie
"What have you done Angus! I sent you to Amire to congratulate our new comrade and you went to stare up trouble! The king of Amire has sent messengers promising war." He turned hateful eyes to her and glared at her with so much venom that made her want to sink to the ground and die. "And what is this cursed child doing here in my palace?!" Shocked Angus moved to shield Cleopoda from his brother's hateful glare. He had not expected Octavius to be here. He had planned to hide out here and plan the next way to let his brother know he brought back his daughter. "What are you doing here, Octavius? I thought you were at the palace in Camelorn" "Angus answer my question, I did not come here to trade petty words with you. What is this cursed child doing here?" There was no way he could distract his brother decided to be blunt. "Your child!" "Not my child! I did not birth evil. How dare you bring her here? Do you not know she possesses ev