Ayla took a long sip of her wine before asking. “And t’xoria?” Hudde turned serious. “You mean he still calls you that? I feel bad for you!” He drank from his goblet. Ayla studied him for a moment. Hudde appeared sad, but there was a touch of mischief in his eyes. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was jesting. “It means something bad?” Ayla wanted to know. Hudde drank some more from his goblet. “It means dog.” Ayla could not believe Rhobart had been calling her a dog. No wonder everyone laughed each time he said t’xoria to her. Tears pooled in her eyes. “If you ever lie to her again, I will rip out your tongue!” Rhobart’s angry voice came from behind Ayla. Hudde turned pale. Ayla turned on her heels, and Rhobart cupped her face between his hands. “I would never call you that,” he told her before gently kissing her lips. Ayla heard the two women gasp, but she didn’t care. She was upset. Why was it so hard to tell her what that word meant? “Dance with me,” Rhobart sa
Ayla knew she was dreaming the moment she saw herself dressed in armor. Rhobart’s head was on her lap. His face was contorted with pain, and a big wound was on his stomach. Blood was coming out of it. Tears ran down her face as she interlaced her fingers with those of Rhobart’s. “You promised!” she sobbed. Rhobart grimaced with pain. “I will always be with you, Ayla!” She sobbed harder. “You can’t! You promised!” “I will wait for you in the Eternal Gardens,” Rhobart said his voice barely a whisper. “You promised me we would grow old together!” she yelled. “I am sorry to break that promise!” Rhobart said before closing his eyes. His heart stopped beating. Her screams echoed in her mind over and over, the terror in her heart bleeding out with the sound. ****** Her own screams woke her up. She looked for Rhobart on the bed but remembered they had asked for separate rooms. They didn’t want to share a bed while unmarried. His room was across from hers. She needed to see him, to
After two days of celebrating Siff and Kassidy’s alxa-lotx ceremony, life in the Hammer Clan returned to normal. Shops, butcheries, smithies, and other businesses reopened, and the streets buzzed with activity. Master bladesmiths forged new magic ore weapons, while master armorers worked on new armor. Tailors sewed while scribblers wrote. Clothes, sweets, toys, books, herbs, and all kinds of goods were sold in the shops. And it was in front of one of these shops that Ayla and Milton stopped. “As promised,” Milton said, “this is the best alchemy shop in the Hammer Clan. It has everything. From roots and plants to tusks of trolls or horns of dragon-snappers.” Ayla nodded and looked at the shop entrance. Earlier, she had asked Milton where she could find more medicinal plants and herbs, and the Fire Mage promised to take her after breakfast. While it was true that she needed more healing plants, she also needed other types of plants. After what happened between Rhobart and her, she nee
Ayla turned her head in Rhobart’s direction. His black eyes were burning with anger, and he was clenching and unclenching his fists. Godefray was with him, and he looked at Ayla with hatred. “I told you I needed time, Ayla, and you go behind my back and ask things about my n’alxa. Things I still can’t talk about just yet. You want to know about her? I will tell you. She told me she loved me, made promises to me, and then broke all of them. We had our alxa-lotx ceremony, and she broke our bond! Do you know how it felt to have your soul-bond destroyed? It felt like my chest had been slashed open and my heart and soul ripped apart from me. Even after all this time, her betrayal still hurts!” Rhobart bellowed. “Don’t take it out on her! It’s all my fault,” Milton said. “I thought you knew better than to talk about my fucking life!” Rhobart snarled. He gritted his teeth. “I need to calm the fuck down. Otherwise, I might say things I will regret later.” Rhobart turned on his heels and le
We will grow old together. She held onto that promise, even when dark thoughts poisoned her heart and mind. She buried her nose in the pillow Rhobart used. After her last nightmare, Rhobart moved into her room. His scent lingered on the pillow, and Ayla inhaled deeply. Minutes after Milton left, the door opened. Ayla lifted her head to see who had entered without knocking. She stopped breathing when she saw Rhobart standing in the doorway. She thought she felt her soul reaching for him. Only for him. He stood there. Looking at her. Drinking her in. He said nothing as he stared at her, his hands in his pockets. When Ayla was starting to think she was looking at a statue, Rhobart finally moved. He closed and locked the door before walking slowly towards the bed. Ayla rose from the bed. He was like a magnet, pulling her to him. She met him halfway. He cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “I am sorry for how I acted earlier. I should never have yelled at you.” “Did
She looked at his cock, as he called it, and she inhaled sharply. Gods! It was big. Were all men like him? She saw the piercing Daya had told her about and wondered what purpose it had. “What do you want me to do now?” asked Rhobart. “Lay on the bed.” He did as she asked. Ayla moved closer to him, her ass resting on her heels, and looked into his eyes. “What do I do now?” “Whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, or just look at me. It is up to you.” Ayla thought for a moment while her eyes roamed his body. “I want to touch you,” she finally said. Ayla looked at his right shoulder. Only a small scar remained from the wound inflicted by the harpy. She bent and kissed it. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he groaned with pleasure. She looked into his eyes as she pressed her lips to the runes he had tattooed on his skin. He put his hands under the pillow and groaned. Her mouth moved to the one she liked the most, the one closest to his pierced nipple. “Ayla!” he groaned lo
Ayla found herself in a green valley surrounded entirely by mountains. She had never felt more at peace as in that moment. Like nothing bad could happen as long as she was there. A soft breeze fluttered the hem of her white dress as she walked through a sea of flowers, wondering how she had gotten to the valley. Maybe it was another dream. She sat on a bench amongst the flowers and made bracelets until she observed a group of seven knights. On their shoulders, they carried the body of a fallen warrior. They walked slowly, singing songs in Old Nordmarian. Raw pain could be read on their faces. She stood and walked towards them. When she reached them, they didn’t seem to notice her. Most of the time, the people who appeared in her dreams would talk to her. “Excuse me,” she said. The men didn’t look at her as they walked and continued singing the sound of anguish. Even if Ayla couldn’t understand what they were saying, she felt that they were singing about their fallen brother-in-ar
Ayla woke up gasping for air. Her head was pounding so hard she could not think because of the pain. Rhobart, who was holding her in his arms, opened his eyes and looked at her with concern. “What’s wrong? Another nightmare?” “My head hurts.” The pain was excruciating. Tears were coming down her cheeks. Her mother’s amulet was warm against her skin. Rhobart picked her up in his arms and left the room in a hurry. When he stood in front of Milton’s door, he didn’t bother knocking. “Milton, wake up! I need your help,” Rhobart said loudly as he entered. “What time is it?” Milton mumbled. “Forget about the fucking time. Ayla is in great pain. Do something!” Milton got up, put a tunic over his bare chest, and went to grab his herbalist bag. “Put her on the bed,” he instructed Rhobart. Rhobart gently laid Ayla on the bed, and when he took a step back, she grabbed his hand, scared he would leave. Rhobart squatted next to the bed and brushed his knuckles against her cheek. She leaned i