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
Ayla was sure Godefray was not referring only to the way she acted when she arrived in Nordmar. There was something else. But what? “Not only that, but she claims she dreamed of dragons and Uzriel, and Inoss knows what, and you believe her. Who knows what her real intentions are?” Godefray kept talking. “My only intention is to help with the war,” Ayla let Godefray and the rest know. Godefray ignored her. “She will betray you again. Mark my words!” he told Rhobart. “You know nothing about her, so you either keep your mouth shut or leave!” Rhobart growled. Godefray folded his arms, leaned back against his chair, and looked at the table. She was about to let Godefray know she never would betray Rhobart when Milton asked her, “Your dreams, tell me more about them.” “The dragons talked about a prophecy. It was very confusing. They talked about the four elements of the Void and how to open the temple to get to Uzriel. As I said earlier, without Uzriel, we cannot win the war,” She che
“The Three Sisters,” Eude replied. Rhobart growled. “I am not taking Ayla to that place!” “Why? Afraid she would see people fucking?” Eude asked. “Nah, he is afraid she will see other cocks,” Hudde said. Tizgar smacked the back of their heads. “What did we say this time?” Eude complained. “Are you sure you want to take these two with you to the Fire Monastery?” Tizgar asked Rhobart, ignoring Eude. Rhobart groaned. “I am starting to think I should take other Paladins with me.” “You already said we could come. We want to see female novices,” Hudde complained. Tizgar rolled his eyes, and Ayla giggled. Rhobart shook his head in disapproval. “Sometimes you two don’t act like adults at all.” Tizgar snorted. “You mean they never act like adults? Well, if you are not coming with us, we will leave.” “I want to spend some time alone with Ayla.” Kerra growled. Rhobart sighed. “I haven’t forgotten about you.” The Paladins left, and Rhobart interlaced his fingers with those of Ayla, and
Rhobart and Ayla woke just before dawn to prepare everything they needed for the journey to the Fire Monastery. Once everything was packed, they went to the dining hall. Milton and the Paladins were already seated at the table, talking to Chief Ulfr. “King Rhobart! I was hoping you would remain a few more days,” Chief Ulfr said once Rhobart helped Ayla with her chair and sat next to her. “While I would love nothing more than to stay a few more days, I feel we have abused your hospitality for too long, Chief Ulfr.” Rhobart took out a sealed parchment from his pocket and gave it to Chief Ulfr. “Could you hand this over to the Myrthanians who decided to stay and help with the magic ore? I would have liked to visit them, but from what Droyn told me, they are moving into their new accommodations. I am trying to see if I can have their families brought here in safety.” Chief Ulf put the parchment inside his tunic. “So the rumors about the Orcs are true.” Rhobart nodded. “Myrthana has bee
Minutes later, Rhobart guided Runner to the road to his left. Ayla, Milton, and the twins did the same. Kerra walked next to Spirit. It would take them five days to reach the Fire Clan, where the Fire Monastery was built. Or at least, that’s what Rhobart told her. “About what you said to Godefray...” Ayla began saying. Rhobart frowned. “What did I say?” “That I am your woman. Is that true? I am your woman now?” Ayla asked Rhobart in a serious tone. Rhobart arched an eyebrow. “Are you not?” “I don’t see any bracelet around my left wrist,” she teased him. In Nordmar and in many other kingdoms, it was custom for a man to give a bracelet to the woman he wanted to marry. She puckered her lips for a moment. “I thought you were courting me.” Before Rhobart could reply, Eude joined the conversation. “If this fool doesn’t put a bracelet on your wrist, I will.” “Who are you calling a fool? And didn’t I warn you to stay away from my woman?” Rhobart snarled. “I will put one as well. Fro
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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