Ayla was happy for the twins. She knew how much they wanted to find their n’alxa, and she was sure they would make Zell very happy if she let them. Eude and Hudde had wanted someone sweet and gentle, but Zell was the right n’alxa for them. Atlas frowned, drank from his goblet, but said nothing. Rhobart moved next to Ayla. He grinned and said into her ear, “Zell and the twins? I can’t wait to see how this unfolds.” Zell shook her head. “You don’t understand. If I don’t marry him, the Emperor will destroy my tribe. But as Prince Timon’s wife, I can ask, beg even, for the Emperor to spare my people.” Eude ran his thumb over Zell’s cheek. “We will save your tribe, but you have to trust us.” Zell jerked herself away from the twins and held her head high. “Your t’aja or not, I am returning to Tuhai. As I said before, I don’t do manwhores. You are not worthy of being my t’ajas, my n’alxaes.” Zell turned on her heels and left. The twins looked devastated. How could Zell reject her s
Ayla studied the wall for a few seconds. There was nothing that indicated there was anything behind it. Ayla was about to turn on her heels when something caught her eye. On the bottom left corner, a little piece was missing. She crouched to take a better look at it. Kerra grabbed Ayla’s messenger bag and pulled hard. “Kerra, stop!” Ayla said, but the snowcat ignored her. “Don’t tell me you are hungry. Haven’t you been hunting?” Kerra, somehow, opened the messenger bag and got inside. “Kerra, get out of there!” When Kerra refused to do as Ayla demanded, she grabbed the snowcat, pulled her out of the bag, and put her on the floor. Kerra dropped something at Ayla’s feet. “What’s that?” Ayla asked, picking up the item. It was the quartz Ayla had found in the magic pool. Ayla narrowed her eyes. The shape, the color… Ayla glanced at Kerra and then at the wall. “Do you think it’s the missing piece?” To Ayla’s surprise, it did fit. The wall vibrated and disappeared beneath the flo
“Do not dare talk back to me! And what are you wearing? Look at your hair. I can’t decide if you want to look like a cheap Nordmarian whore or if you are pretending to be a man.” “I am wearing what King Rhobart gives me. I can’t make demands of the King. I am nothing more than a slave to him.” “Ah, but a slave that warms his bed. Too bad he has to find another whore to fuck. We are leaving!” the man said angrily. Ayla tried to take a step back, but the man grabbed her hand. “But… but I am King Rhobart’s property! You can’t take me away when you wish to.” He slapped her again. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. “You will do as I say. Besides, your days as a spy are over. Your work here is done.” Someone stepped out from behind a half-burned bookshelf. Godefray. Ayla had to stop herself from cursing and shouting at Godefray. She should have brought Kerra with her, after all. “I never doubted that you were as rotten as your brother and father, but to come to Nord
“You killed my mother and grandmother?” Ayla asked Galian. Galian pulled her hair up, forcing her to stand on her toes. “Stop calling them that! I had to kill them because of you!” “Galian,” Rhobart snarled. “Let go of my wife! This is the last time I am going to ask you nicely.” Galian ignored Rhobart. “Queen Lavia might not be my birth mother, but she and my father were soulmates. She promised my father to love and care for me as if I were her real daughter. Queen Lavia is my mother. One day, you will pay for what you did to them,” she promised Galian. Galian tsked. “The only one that will suffer is going to be you. Have you told your husband my favorite game while growing up?” She never wanted Rhobart to know. “Don’t!” she begged him. “So you didn’t?” Galian looked at Rhobart. “My favorite game was to count how many times I could make Ayla scream while I broke her fingers or I whipped her. Among other things.” Rhobart snarled, “You did what?” Milton and the twins turned p
The ceiling above Rhobart, Milton, and the twins collapsed, trapping them beneath a pile of stone, books, and wood. Fortunately, Milton had activated a shield around them, preventing them from being killed. A dim globe of light floated above them. “Fuck!” Rhobart swore while trying to find a way out so he could go after Galian and Ayla. Galian. That son of a bitch not only came after his soulmate, his wife, but he had hit her, and Rhobart hadn’t been able to stop that bastard from doing so. Not when Galian had held a cursed dagger against her neck. And it wasn’t the first time Galian had put his hands on Ayla. ‘My favorite game was to count how many times I could make Ayla scream while I broke her fingers or I whipped her. Among other things,’ Galian had said. Galian had whipped Ayla. And had done many other things to her. How could he not have known about it? No wonder she looked at him like he was a monster, Galian made her believe that. And he had put his hands on her as well
Ayla had always loved her garden. Since she was a little girl and her grandmother started teaching her about the power of the healing plants and herbs, Ayla had spent time each day in the garden, tending to it. She grew all kinds of medicinal plants–from embelia, which loved the sun, and served for healing wounds, to swamp-root, which thrived in swamps and was good for lung sicknesses.When the plants were mature, Ayla collected them and gave them to Drax, the Water Mage novice. He used them to make potions, elixirs, or tonics. Some could be applied directly to the wounds or transformed into ointments. Leaves or other parts of plants were dried to be made into teas.While working in the garden, Ayla loved hearing the birds sing while the sun warmed her skin. Butterflies or dragonflies danced between the flowers. Myrthana was, after all, the Kingdom of Everlasting Spring.But for some time, the sun felt cold, as if he hated Ayla. The birds were silent, and even the wind had died. There
The once busy roads of the Kingdom of Myrthana were mostly empty. Except for Orcs and mercenaries, almost no one dared travel between towns or villages. The road to Erylas, the capital of Myrthana, was empty except for four riders and their horses. A fifth horse had the carcasses of two deer and some pelts and furs. The riders were dressed simple—trousers, pants, and cloaks. The cloaks were mottled grey, green, and brown. A man with wings was embroidered on the left side of the cloaks—the mark of the Dark God. The riders had the hoods of their cloaks over their heads, and shadows hid their faces. They rode in silence, studying the dusty road or the green forest. One of the riders, the biggest and the strongest, lifted his head and looked at the sky for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the road. He said nothing as he rushed his black horse. The others did the same as they followed his lead. Sometime later, they reached a bridge. Orcs and human mercenaries wearing ar
The mercenary moved his hand higher, and the wench girl was trying to get free from him. The other mercenaries were laughing and shouting words of encouragement, while the Orcs seemed oblivious to what was happening at the table.Eude gripped his fork hard. "We have to do something; else, they will force her all night long!"The Orcs' table was left to those occupied by Rhobart and the Paladins. The King and his men had been studying the mercenaries and Orcs for a while.Rhobart rose from his seat and looked at the mercenary who was touching the wench girl. "We want more mead! Let her go!"The mercenary looked at Rhobart. "Just because you are permitted to travel and hunt doesn't mean you can order me around! Sit down, finish your dinner in silence, and leave!"Milton put his hand in his trousers pocket and grabbed a magic rune. He kept his hand in the pocket.The wench girl looked at Rhobart, "I am used to it now. You shouldn't get into problems because of me.""You heard her!" the m
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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