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
“Yes, yes. But each head is worth a small fortune. Not to mention the spikes.” Nixx narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. I will do the hard work while you will claim you are the one that did the killing. If you want me to be a Hydra Hunter, promise me you won’t sell Ayla!” “You will do as I say, and what I do with the witch is my problem,” Scar snarled. Nixx said nothing more, and they finished their food in silence. Ayla fell asleep knowing that she had to act fast if she wanted to get away from Scar. She wasn’t sure how late it was when she opened her eyes and saw Nixx still sitting on the log in front of the fire. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed. He must have fallen asleep while standing watch. Scar was sleeping under his blankets. Ayla stood up fast. Scar always tied her hands and legs before sleeping, but that night he forgot to do so. This was her chance to get away. She would need food and weapons. And a horse. Since she lo
“You can’t be sure, sweetheart. It could be another snowcat.” It was Kerra. Ayla wanted it to be true. She needed it to be true, but she was scared she was wrong. What were the odds? It’s been days since the blizzard. Plus, Scar took her far away from the place he found her. “But what if it’s them? Please, Nixx! I need to get back. You can come with me!” Nixx swore under his breath while the horses raced between the trees. “Please!” Ayla insisted. “I can’t, sweetheart. And trust me, I would love to come with you and see the world. I want to be free with you because you are the only one that sees me for who I am. I want to ride that dragon. But I can’t....” Nixx said in a defeated tone. Ayla and Nixx had talked about them traveling to Korinus Island and finding the dragon. Nixx even promised he would always be her friend. But now he was refusing to come with her. “Why? Look, you could turn Spirit around and go back to the camp and see if my compan
When Nixx started breathing fast and his eyes clouded with pain, Ayla feared he was unwell. Something that Nixx told her earlier came to her mind, but she refused to believe it. “Are you sick?” she asked. “I know a thing or two about plants and I can try and heal you.” “Get on my horse!” he ordered her. When Ayla hesitated, he rushed her, “Hurry up! Scar can return at any time!” Ayla mounted the horse and looked at Nixx, “Come with me! Please!” Nixx moved in front of his horse. He pressed his forehead against the horse’s. “Spirit, you belong to Ayla now. Protect her as you protected me,” Nixx said while petting the horse. Nixx lifted his face, his lips a thin line. He groaned as if he was in agony. What was wrong with him? He was fine until he started helping her. Oh, gods! The blood-oath! Scar ordered Nixx not to let her escape. Tears fell down her face. “Nixx, you are dying because of me. You have to stop helping me escape! I will find another way.”
King Rhobart Braveheart stood still as his onyx eyes looked at Ayla with such intensity that it made her question herself why she ever hated him. Despite everything that had happened between them and how she acted and defied him with every breath she took, he came for her when she most needed him. The King was breathing hard, and it seemed that his entire body was shaking. He started running, eating up the distance that separated him from her. Ayla stood and tried to meet him halfway, but her legs gave in, and she fell to her knees in the snow. She dropped the dagger next to her, and she waited for him to come to her so that she could tell him that even if he got angry and shouted at her, she would call him her king because he had earned that right. His eyes never left hers; he didn’t even blink, as if he was scared that she would disappear the moment he closed his eyes. He kneeled in front of her and gently, so gently, he cupped her face. His fingers trembled, and he wi
The King reached his hand to remove her cloak, but she stopped him. “Nixx first. He—he might be dead because of me. For helping me. Then Spirit and lastly my shoulder.” “I don’t know who Nixx or Spirit are, nor do I care, and while I am grateful they helped you, you will always come first, no matter what! Once I take a look at your shoulder, and if I decide you are well, we will begin to look for them.” He removed her cloak and jacket, leaving her in a tunic. “Kerra, distract Ayla while I take a look at her shoulder.” The snowcat put her head on Ayla’s lap and purred loudly while the King touched her shoulder. It hurt badly. She balled her fists and inhaled sharply. The King muttered an apology under his breath. “I have good news and bad news. The good news is that your shoulder is not broken. The bad news is that it is dislocated, and I have to put it back in place.” Ayla chewed her lip. “It’s going to hurt?” “Unfortunately.” He pulled out a pie
“But Nixx,” Ayla protested. “Is not here. We looked everywhere.” “We have to find him. He couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air.” “What I know is that the blizzard will be here soon. And we need to be in a safe place when that happens.” Ayla looked around one more time before saying, “Fine. But just so you know, I am not giving up on Nixx. I will keep looking after the blizzard passes.” The King nodded. “There’s a camp about five miles away from here. We will stay there until the blizzard passes.” As they rode to the camp, Ayla told the King about the shadowbeast and Star, how Scar found her, and how he treated her. She told him about how Nixx kept her safe from Scar. The King was silent as Ayla talked. When they stopped in front of the camp, he let out a growl. “That fucking bastard! I will find a way to bring him back, only to send him back to Beliar with my bare hands. Again and again. About the snowcat that attacked that shadowbeast, I am sure it was Kerra. She tracke
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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