Before she could ask him a second time if she could join him, he had already disappeared inside the bathroom. She huffed before falling on her back. The bed kept rocking her. Didn’t she have a plant in her messenger bag that made a person sober up quickly? She rose from the bed and went to the table, and started rummaging through her bag. First, she pulled out a root that, when turned into a powder and added to a cup of tea, made a man virile. Not that Rhobart needed it. Next was a herb that could be used as an aphrodisiac. She considered making a cup of tea for him, but he had already told her he would not touch her unless she were sober. To her frustration, she didn’t find the plant she was looking for. At least the room had stopped spinning. She was about to go back to bed when Rhobart returned to the room wearing only a pair of trousers. His hair was down, and with each step he took, his muscles flexed. He looked like a— “You are so beautiful,” she said when he stopped in front
After breakfast, Milton agreed to take Ayla to the Great Library. Rhobart retired to their room, needing to send parchments and look over reports he had received from the chief of the Warrior Clan. The Great Library was on the bottom floor, near the entrance. The doors were wide open, and Ayla and Milton walked in. Bookcases that reached the ceiling were placed around the walls, and tables with chairs were placed near them. Magic crystals floated close to the ceiling. The stone floor was covered with rugs. “Why is it called the Great Library?” Ayla asked Milton in a low tone. “Even the Royal Library from Myrthana is bigger.” “This is only the first floor.” He pointed to a staircase that led to a lower level. “There are many more floors beneath this one.” “Why is this called the first floor?” “When the Fire Monastery was first built, the Great Library was only on this floor. With time the Fire Mages started collecting more tomes, and they needed more space. They made the next f
A beautiful Snow Elf sat on the sofa in the Arch-Mage’s study. She wore a delicate pink chiffon dress and had a white fur wrapped around her shoulders. Her silky white hair cascaded down her back. Ice and diamonds floated around her head, forming a crown. On her pointy ears, she had silver cuffs in the form of dragons. Her cold blue eyes were fixed on Ayla, analyzing her. Sarya sat next to her on the sofa, an annoyed expression on her face. Ayla sat on a velvet chair across from the Snow Elf. Rhobart stood next to Ayla, his arms folded across his chest, his black gaze fixed on the beautiful Snow Elf. It was the first time Ayla saw her. From the way the elf woman held her head, the crown on top of her head, her icy stare, Ayla knew she was looking at the Snow Elf Queen. From the moment Ayla entered the study, the Snow Elf Queen looked at her like she was nothing more than a bug she could crush with the sole of her shoe. It didn’t bother Ayla as she was already used to those types of s
“Good,” the queen said before leaving the study. Ayla tried to go after her, but Rhobart stopped her. “Let go of me,” she demanded. “She has to take her words back,” she croaked. It was too late for the words to be taken back. From his throne made of bones and skulls, Death heard everything, and he was already on his way. Ayla tried to fight Rhobart, so she could run after Queen Vannya to ask her, no, to demand her to take her words back, but Rhobart pulled her in for a hug. “Let go of me!” she said while hitting Rhobart’s chest with her fists. “You don’t understand. She has to undo what she did.” “Ayla, it will be alright.” “She cursed you.” Her voice trembled. “I saw you die in my dreams, and I can’t...I won’t allow it!” “Stop!” Rhobart demanded. “Could I have a private moment with my n’alxa?” he asked Sarya and the Arch-Mage. The others retired. “She cursed you, and I don’t know how much longer until it comes to be. We have to stop her from leaving. I will beg her if
Why aren’t you eating?” Rhobart asked Ayla the day after Sarya and Queen Vannya’s visit to the Fire Monastery. They were in their room, having breakfast. Whenever Ayla was really nervous, she could not eat. How could she not be nervous when a Snow Elf was about to arrive to not only teach her how to make a stronger mental shield but also to see if there was a way to restore her magic? Apart from her mother and grandmother, Ayla hadn’t had any other tutors. Except for Rhobart. He was still teaching her how to fight with a dagger, and a few times, she even picked up a training sword. Ayla pushed the plate away. Kerra, who had returned from hunting the previous night, was lying on Ayla’s lap, purring softly. “I’m not hungry,” replied Ayla. Their bond vibrated with his emotions. They were in absolute chaos. “Is something the matter?” A vein ticked in Rhobart’s temple, and he was gripping his goblet so hard his knuckles turned white. “When was the last time you had your monthly cycle
Since remembering the Dark Mage and what he did to her, Ayla had felt ashamed of the way she screamed and cried and begged each time she had been tortured. Queen Vannya had called her weak and pathetic when she looked at Ayla’s memories. The queen was right; she was pitiful. But seeing the Magic Teacher so... calm when studying her memories made her question everything Sarya told her she had to do. What if she failed? What if Beliar won because of her? Could someone else be the Peace-Bringer? Before he left Ayla’s mind, he looked at another memory. At dawn, the heavy gates that prevented the enemy army from entering Erylas finally gave way after hours of being hit with the battering ram and with magic. Ayla was in her room, on her knees, praying to Addanos that her death would be quick, but that of Galian and her father would be so painful and slow they would beg—beg—for mercy, just like she did so many times. It was around midnight when Galian went to Ayla’s room. She knew why he
The clock on the wall chimed nine in the morning. Plates with the leftovers of Ayla and Rhobart’s breakfast were on the table inside their room. A strong blizzard was howling outside. Kerra was sleeping peacefully in front of the fireplace. Ayla lay on the bed watching the red and orange flames dancing in the fireplace, her head on Rhobart’s bare chest. He was leaning back against the pillows, reading to her from a book written in Old Nordmarian while his fingers were combing her unbraided hair. Ayla barely understood what Rhobart was reading, but nonetheless, she loved listening to his voice. A week had passed since the Magic Teacher arrived at the Fire Monastery. Ayla had spent most of the time either with the Snow Elf trying to find a way to restore her magic, with Milton in the Great Library, or with Atlas and the twins training with the dagger. Rhobart sometimes joined her, but he was mostly busy with the preparations for the war and often met with the chief of the Fire Clan
She put her hand between them and ran her palm on top of his trousers. His cock, his very hard cock, throbbed against her palm. He groaned. “Do you have any idea what you do to me when you touch me like this? When your little fingers—” Whatever Rhobart was about to say got interrupted by a knock on the door. Ayla reached out her hand to grab the duvet. She should have let the drapes loose around the bed. “Go away!” Rhobart growled loudly. “We are not here.” “My King, I am sorry for disturbing you, but the Arch-Mage requires the presence of Lady Ayla in his study,” the voice of a man came from behind the door. Rhobart sighed in annoyance. “Tell him we will be there in a moment.” The man left. “I guess playtime is over,” Ayla pouted. Rhobart chuckled and kissed her brow. “We will continue what we started once we get rid of the Arch-Mage.” After they got dressed and made themselves presentable, Rhobart opened the door. “Kerra, come!” said Rhobart before he and Ayla left the
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His long hair was braided, and he wore not only a cloak identical to that of Rhobart—mottled grey, green and brown but also his tunic and trousers had the same colors, making him hard to be seen in the forest.“Who are you, female?” he asked.Rhobart took out his sword and put the tip against the Elf’s neck. “Put the bow down, or else I will remove your head!” Rhobart growled.But the Elf’s eyes were still fixed on Ayla, and he did not appear to have heard Rhobart. Rhobart nicked his skin, a few drops of blood ran down his neck.“Don’t release more arrows!” the Elf yelled, lowering his bow.Two more Elves jumped from the trees—a female and a male, both blondes—landing close to Kerra before moving closer to Rhobart and Ayla. The male had a sword in his right hand, while the female had a whip on her left hip and a short sword on the right one.“She looks identical to you, Taeral,” the female said. “Except for her ears, which are human.” She sniffed the air. “But she is only part human.”
The forest felt so silent Ayla could hear her heart pounding against her ribcage. Rhobart straightened himself in the saddle, his fingers brushing the pommel of his dagger. Ayla reached inside her to that strong spring of magic—her gift from her mother or father, or perhaps both.Kerra sniffed the air, her two tails whipping violently.“We mean you no harm,” Rhobart said, his voice strong. “We are just passing by!”“Where to?” the man asked from a different tree.Ayla wondered when he moved so fast. Or so silently.“Far away from Myrthana. I advise you to do the same!” Rhobart replied.“You lie! I see you wear the cloak of a hunter while the female has a black one, like those used by mercenaries. You had your chance to leave, but I am afraid your time is up,” said the man. Ayla tried to say something, but he went on, “Release the arrows!”Kerra growled and got in an attack position.A few leaves rustled, Ayla put her right hand in the air, and a magic shield appeared around Runner and
“Runner knows you. Trust him and me. Grab the reins,” Rhobart said before handing the reins to Ayla.Rhobart put his left hand under her tunic, his thumb brushed over her peak, while his right hand drew circles on her stomach. “Rho!” Ayla moaned when his hand went down, two fingers slowly circling and pressing her throbbing core. She felt as if she would melt. Pleasure started building in her lower stomach.“Are you wet and ready for me, Ayla?” asked Rho, his voice coated with desire.Oh, she was. Rhobart’s fingers kept moving, and his lips went up and down her neck. Tension kept building inside her body.“Yes,” Ayla forced the word out of her mouth.“Had you been wearing a dress, I would have ripped your undergarments, spun you around, and have you sit on my cock. I would have Runner gallop fast, and I would fuck you until we reached the rebel camp,” Rhobart said into her ear as his fingers moved faster. Rougher.‘Oh, Gods!’ Ayla thought.“Would you like that, t’xoria? To be fucked o
Rhobart looked at Eluvene, his eyes turning cold as the stark winter. “He will never lay another finger on her again! But I need to know everything about King Amul. He is more cunning than I thought.”Eluvene’s green eyes went to Ayla. “King Amul accepted what Ayla refused,” said the Dark Mage, winking at Ayla. “I don’t know much about King Amul. He mostly spoke with King Galian and with my former Master. But since he accepted the Crown of Darkness, he stopped being a normal human.”Rhobart frowned. “What did Ayla refuse and when?”Eluvene shrugged.Between the prophecy, the Seeker, the forgotten book, and the attack on the Fire Monastery, Ayla had forgotten about her vision with Beliar. When she saw that crown on her father’s head, she hadn’t made the connection with the one she was wearing in her vision. “Nothing important,” said Ayla. And it wasn’t. “I chose you back then, and I will choose you always!”Rhobart’s gaze lingered on Ayla for a heartbeat before turning his attention to
Milton returned from the river and grabbed a bowl of porridge. “Rania is a Fire Mage novice, and Sylvar is a Snow Elf. They are n’alxaes, but the twins fucked Rania. I am still wondering how Sylvar permitted you two to live after touching what is his.”“We did not fuck her!” Eude protested.Rhobart snorted. “You only deflowered Rania... as you did with Skurja! Don’t think I forgot about my cousin!”Ayla had missed the bickering between Rhobart and the twins. When she heard the twins and Rhobart fighting for the first time, she was afraid for the twins, but as time passed, she came to understand the brotherly affection Rhobart, Milton, and the Paladins had for each other.“We might have plucked a petal or two, but nothing more!” Hudde said. “And Skurja had many petals gone by the time she was on top of me!”Rhobart folded his arms. “You mean you ripped all of Rania’s petals! And talk about Sjurka like that, and Ayla won’t stop me again from challenging you to a duel!” He looked at the
After Ayla and Rhobart completed their alxa-lotx, when she remembered the prophecy, Milton had been the first to suggest that Fire, Water, and Darkness could refer to mages. Ayla and Rhobart had spent many hours discussing it, trying to understand everything. In the Fire Monastery, when Ayla found the forgotten book, they searched for clues about Uzriel and the prophecy, but the book had yet to reveal all its secrets to her. The forgotten tome was still in her bag, together with Eude’s sketchbook, which she would burn, sketch by sketch, so that Rhobart wouldn’t get any new ideas from it. Or embarrass her with it.In the Black Tower, when Ayla and Godefray gradually started to become friends, they talked about the prophecy. Ayla had hoped the dragons would appear again in her dreams, but the last time she spoke to them had been before the fight with the Seeker. There were many things Ayla still didn’t know and wanted to learn before sailing to Korinus Island.Milton picked up a flat pe
Hudde pointed at the burning tent. “I was in the tent, sleeping with Eude, Hewe, Tizgar, and Gorn. The tent was not big enough for all five of us, and my ass was almost sticking out of it. I could have slept better, but someone refused to let me use his tent. Anyway, I was dreaming about… never mind that, when Milton set it on fire and burned my ass in the process,” he complained while turning around to show Rhobart and Ayla his burned trousers. Ayla covered her mouth and hid a smile while trying to look shocked. “This was my last clean pair too!” Thick smoke was coming from the burned tent, making Ayla’s eyes fill with tears. She flicked her index and middle finger, and a soft breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves of the trees, carrying the smell of smoke away from the camp. Ashes jumped on the two remaining tents, and they caught fire. Kerra came out of Rhobart’s tent with a big bone in her mouth. Drax took out a magic rune, and small grey clouds appeared above them,
Rhobart kept walking, and Ayla looked around the forest. While in Nordmar lived many dangerous beasts, Myrthana’s woods were quieter, and the animals were smaller. Even the shadowbeasts were not as aggressive as those that lived in the cold forests of the Northern part of the continent.“Earlier, when I was hunting with Kerra and Gorn, we stumbled upon a small cave. It hasn’t been used by wild creatures for some time, and furs and blankets are inside. Even some wine. I think the lumberjacks used the cave to wash because there’s a small pool inside. Would you want to go there? And while we wash away the dust from our bodies, we can also spend a few quiet moments.”It did not matter if it was only a lonely rock, as long as she was with Rhobart. Ayla nodded against his chest, his scent soothing her. “I don’t know if I told you, but I’ve missed you terribly,” she said as the sun began to set. Rhobart tightened his arms around her. “I was afraid I would never see you again.”“I will never