“I should have asked you before putting the bracelet around your hand. You can take it off,” she said. His eyes found hers. They appeared as cold and full of hate as the day they met in Myrthana. “I should have never brought you here!” he snarled. She felt like he had punched her. “If it is for the bracelet, I assure you I will never—” He didn’t let her finish what she wanted to say. “Because you remind me of things I had and will never have again!” he growled, ripped the flower bracelet, and stormed off. She had hoped they were finally friends but seeing the raw anger and hate in his eyes hurt. He will forever see her as King Amul’s daughter. If not for her father, and maybe if Rhobart and her met under other circumstances, would he have liked her? She picked up the bracelet Rhobart threw on the ground and put it in one of her satchels. Tears prickled her eyes, and she blinked them away. Daya appeared on one of the rocks near the fire pit. “Love is always painful. But after a st
Never had a man been so close to her. He looked into her eyes and cupped her cheek. Blood roared in her ears. She was scared. Not of Rhobart but of her feelings for him. For days she had tried to fight them, but she could not anymore. She was falling in love with the man that not long ago she had hated with all her heart. Since they started traveling alone, she came to know so much more about him and came to know Rhobart was not the monster her father claimed he was. Rhobart stroked her cheek with his thumb. He looked at her as if he...cared for her. She desperately wanted it to be true. “You are so beautiful,” Rhobart murmured and dipped his head until their lips almost touched. He was going to kiss her. She knew she was supposed to wait until the day of her wedding, but she wanted her first kiss to be with Rhobart. Even if it only happened once, she would treasure the moment forever. Her heart beat so hard she was sure he could hear it. His breath danced on her skin. He kept st
When Ayla woke up, Rhobart was already gathering their belongings. The horses had their saddles on, and breakfast was made. Even tea. Ayla got up, gathered her furs before going to the pool to wash her face and hands. “Let’s eat. We leave in half an hour,” Rhobart informed her went she returned to the campfire. Ayla nodded and sat on a rock, and Rhobart gave her a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. She looked at the Tree Spirit. The nightingales were quiet. “Tell me you didn’t!” Rhobart took a bite of his eggs. “I don’t have a death wish. Daya loves her birds so much she would annihilate anyone that dares to harm them.” “Then where did you get the eggs and bacon from?” Rhobart shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep last night. Too many thoughts were running through my head, so I took a walk outside and ended up at the hot springs and played cards with some men. Came back with food. And wine.” Ayla started eating. “Poor King Rhobart. He is so poor he has to play cards to put food on the tabl
Rhobart groaned in annoyance, and Ayla blushed. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately around him. It was snowing outside, and Ayla pulled the hood of her new cloak over her head before getting on top of Spirit, and Rhobart and her resumed their journey to the Hammer Clan. The morning passed without any incident, and around noon they were back on the main road. When they passed next to a forest, Rhobart suddenly said, “I just remembered a shortcut to the Hammer Clan. By late afternoon tomorrow, we will be reunited with the others.” “You do know shortcuts are often dangerous,” Ayla commented. “Not as dangerous as your tea.” Ayla glared at him, and he cleared his throat. “See those mountains?” he asked while pointing at the horizon. “There is a path between them. Normally it is not dangerous, but sometimes goblins will try to attack travelers who are foolish enough to get close to their cave.” Goblins were small humanoid creatures with green, leathery skin that offered some protec
The goblins tried to attack Rhobart with their weapons, but Kerra—who had been dragging one of the dead harpies after her—jumped in the middle of them and started biting and clawing any goblin that didn’t move fast enough. Ayla jumped down from Spirit, took out her dagger, and rushed to help Kerra kill the goblins. “Leave him alone! Get away from here!” she yelled as she cut the arm of a goblin. The creatures swung their clubs and branches at Ayla and Kerra, even hit Ayla’s right hand, but stood no chance of winning. In a few minutes, four of them lay dead next to Rhobart while the remaining three—who were badly injured—ran away. Ayla kneeled next to Rhobart. Her hand throbbed with pain, but she ignored it as she was very concerned for Rhobart. “Please don’t be dead! I am going to be so mad if you die!” To her relief, he was still breathing. She rushed to Spirit and took out one of her tunics and cut it into strips. Her mother and grandmother had taught her many things about medic
“Get on top of me,” Rhobart said. “Excuse me?” “It will get even colder, and we will have to share body heat. I would gladly shelter you with my body, but my arm hurts like a motherfucker, and I don’t want to bleed all over you with what is left of my blood.” Ayla snorted. “I see you are better. And to think I was worried about you.” “It’s because of the tea you forced me to drink,” he said and put his left arm under her waist and dragged her to him until she was half on top of him. “I don’t think it is wise for me to sleep in this position. What if I accidentally hit you in my sleep?” When she had bad dreams, she often thrashed in her sleep. “I have seen you sleep many nights. You barely move.” “Not if I have nightmares.” Rhobart was silent for a moment. “You never told me what they were about.” “Things. Yours?” “Also things. Thank you for taking care of me.” “Always,” Ayla said, and she felt Rhobart’s arm tighten around her. Ayla put her left palm on his bare chest, put
Rhobart had a soulmate. A person who was the perfect half of his soul. A person who understood him better than anyone else. Not everyone was lucky enough to find love. Some married for the wrong reasons. Very few people were blessed with soulmates. Even fewer found their other half, for there was no other way of knowing than by touching a person. “Where is she now?” Ayla asked. Her voice trembled. Rhobart looked away for a few moments, then looked back at her. Sadness was written all over his face. “I lost her because of the war.” Her heart broke for him. To find the only person who made you whole, only to lose her. No wonder he pushed everyone away. The pain he must have felt when he lost her. “I am sorry,” she whispered. “Don’t!” Rhobart snarled. “I don’t want your pity.” Anger flashed in his eyes. “I don’t pity you, not even a bit. Losing her must have been devastating.” Rhobart nodded and resumed moving his hand up and down her arm. “I hated your father for starting the war
Intimate? “What things?” Ayla asked. “Give me time. But I want you to know that this is real. I want you, T’xoria, like I never wanted anything else in my entire life.” Ayla bit her lip. “Not even your soulmate?” Rhobart inhaled deeply. “I don’t want to talk about that.” “If you are still mourning her death, I understand.” “She is not dead.” Ayla blinked. “When you said you lost because of the war, I assumed... If she is not dead, then where is she?” He closed his eyes. “Please, Ayla! Don’t ruin this.” His voice cracked. “I am sorry, Rhobart! I will stop asking about her.” Ayla bit her lower lip. “But I am curious about something else.” He opened his eyes. “Sometimes, your curiosity scares me.” He sighed. “What is it this time?” She bit her lip and blushed. “Earlier, while you were on top of me, I felt something hard in your trousers—” He laughed. Hard. “So Daya was right. You are curious about my—” Rhobart started saying, but Ayla put her hand against his mouth, silencing
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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