After Ghost left, a parchment from the King in the metal cylinder, the small party resumed the journey. Earlier, the King talked with Gorn and Tizgar about hunting, but ever since he received the parchment from Droyn, he appeared to be worried. Very worried. ‘What could have contained that message to make him this worried?’ Ayla thought while she kept stealing glances at him. Tizgar and Gorn talked in low voices while the King sat on his horse in silence. He kept looking at the trees every five minutes, his brow furrowed. Ayla nudged Star to get closer to Milton’s horse. “What is he looking at?” Milton, who was lost in his thoughts, blinked at Ayla a few times and asked, confused, “What?” “The King, he keeps looking at the trees, then forward, then back at the trees as if they hold the answer to some riddle.” “They do. Well, in a certain way. Old Nordmarian runes and symbols are painted or carved on certain trees, or ropes with knots or colored beads are t
Early in the morning, King Rhobart, together with his Paladins, Milton, Ayla, and Kristoff, went to the barracks to see the war prisoners. Ayla spent many hours on top of Star while thinking about how King Rhobart treated the war prisoners. Many times, she imagined her people in cold cells, without blankets to keep them warm and slowly dying of hunger or because of their untreated wounds. But when she stepped inside the warm barracks and saw beds covered with warm furs and around thirty men that appeared to be in good health, she pondered if she had misjudged the King. Her gaze found his—he stood in the middle of the barracks, next to Kristoff, his black eyes on her. She gave him a curt nod and silently thanked him. He returned her nod as if to tell her, ‘You are welcome.’ The war prisoners sat at tables playing cards or rolling dice. A few of them were reading. “King Rhobart is here to talk to you.” Kristoff said, and the war prisoners rose from their chairs.
“Milton!” No reply. “Tizgar!” Still nothing. “Gorn!” No one shouted back. “Kerra!” When not even Kerra appeared, a sob escaped her lips. “Anyone?” Her voice was barely a whisper. She was panicking, for she didn’t know what to do. Star kept advancing through the blizzard, and Ayla tried hard to calm her nerves. How could she have gotten lost in the snowstorm? She thought she was right beside King Rhobart. What should she do? She did not know where the camp was or how to get there. She was lost and alone in Nordmar. Fear crept into her heart. What if a wild animal attacked her? She had no weapons. It would not matter if she had weapons, for in Myrthana, women were not allowed to touch any. She never learned how to fight. Ayla inhaled deeply until she felt she was in control of her emotions. Star kept walking, and Ayla had no idea in which direction they were heading. Should she stop the mare and wait for the
Strong arms wrapped around Ayla's torso, her back pressed against a man's chest. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she tried to slam the heel of her boot on top of the man's foot —Drax taught her how to do it when she told him her dream of being free and traveling around the world—but he hit the back of her thigh with his knee, making her hiss in pain. He covered her mouth and nose with a gloved hand, muffling her screams, and something sharp dug into her ribs. “If you don’t want to end up as food for the ice wolf, I suggest you stop struggling,” the man snarled in her left ear. The ice wolf stopped close to where they were standing, sniffing the air, and Ayla stilled. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure the beast would hear it. Ayla had few regrets in life, but she wished she had told King Rhobart that she did not hate him when she had the chance. Sure, she had been angry at him and might have thought she hated him, but he managed to gain her respect when sh
The two men, whoever they were, did not seem honorable. Not wanting to make the man angry, Ayla sat on the log that was across from the man with white hair. He looked at her with curious blue eyes. He had noble features, and, despite his white hair, he was young. “She is beautiful,” he sounded surprised. “There’s a brothel in Davalon that will pay a lot of money for her. And we can finally start a new life somewhere far from here.” Ayla balled her fists. They wanted to sell her to a brothel? Not that she expected the men to help her, but to sell her as if they owned her? The man with white hair studied Ayla for a minute or two. She kept her chin high and studied him back. He tilted his head to the side. “Not gonna lie, she is beautiful. But, Scar, are you sure we will receive that much gold for her?” he asked. “Trust me, Nixx, she is worth a lot. I have been in this business for a long time, and I have seen many women, but none as beautiful as her.” “I am not yo
Ayla looked into Nixx’s eyes and said, “I see you.” Nixx looked at her for a long moment. When Ayla thought he won’t say anything, Nixx opened his mouth, “You do see me.” Once Scar had Ayla pack the things in the satchels, he got on his horse. “Come on, Sweetheart, you are riding with me,” Nixx said and helped Ayla get on his horse. She had never ridden with someone before, and having someone so close to her made Ayla feel very uncomfortable. Nixx put his hands around her, grabbed the reins, and said into Ayla’s ear, “Hold on, Sweetheart!” before nudging the horse to start walking. “My name is Ayla, not Sweetheart!” she said. “You have a beautiful name, but I like Sweetheart more,” Nixx murmured into her right ear. “Bet you taste real sweet too! Tell me, Sweetheart, have you ever kissed someone before?” Ayla blushed and said in an appalled tone, “That’s none of your business!” “Quiet back there!” Scar’s harsh tone reached Ayla’s ears. In a seriou
Nixx stared at Scar and then at the rope. His eyes turned to steel. “You can’t be serious,” Nixx said. “I am very serious. The witch is going to walk today.” Ayla’s blood turned cold. She knew Scar was a cruel man, but she did not expect him to make her walk. Snow was falling from the sky, and a cold wind was rustling the tree’s branches. The clothes King Rhobart gave her for traveling were very warm. At least her feet won’t freeze while walking through the snow. King Rhobart. Even if she stubbornly claimed she hated him, she found herself thinking of the King of Nordmar more than she would like. She shouted in his face that Galian was better than him. She had seen the hurt in his eyes when she spilled those awful words, and she was happy that she had hurt him at that time. King Rhobart was many things, but he was not the monster she believed he was. The monster she was made to believe he was. She was the daughter of his enemy, but he kept her safe, and she did
Nixx looked at the whip, then looked into Scar’s eyes and said in a cold tone, “If that’s what it takes to get sweetheart on the horse with me, I will gladly take a beating from you. It won’t be the first, and I am sure it won’t be the last.” Ayla was shocked. Not only did Nixx get hurt by Scar in the past, but he was willing to be whipped for her. “I don’t want Scar to harm you because of me,” Ayla whispered to Nixx. “It will be alright,” Nixx whispered back. Scar muttered something that sounded a lot like ‘bloody half-elf’ and ‘teach you to respect me.’ He looked a few more moments at Nixx, but in the end, he put the whip back in its place and got on his horse. By now, Ayla did not doubt that Scar was evil. But she could not understand why Nixx, who was a much better person, would travel with someone like Scar. “Why did you help me today, but you told Scar about the plant last night?” Ayla asked Nixx in a low tone when they were moving again. Nixx t