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
“I might not know much about bedding women, but I am aware that I have to be gentle with her. At least for the first time. But each time I see her sprawled on the bed, all I can think about is to ram into her and fuck her until we both forget our names. I want to do things to her that should be forbidden.” If Rhobart and her hadn’t fucked, then what have they been doing in bed? Milton was silent for a few moments before speaking again. “I don’t think you are only afraid of harming her. There is something else.” Rhobart sighed. “I can never lie to you, can I?” “We have been best friends since I was five and you were six. I always know when something is bothering you. So, what is really holding you back from completing that bond?” Rhobart sighed. “I am afraid that if the bond still exists, and I fuck her, she will remember everything and leave me. Again.” Remember what? Leave him again? Milton clicked his tongue. “I told you a lot of times that the alxa-lotx is still there, but
He was talking about their alxa-lotx ceremony. Things he had done or had said now suddenly made sense to her. But why did she break the bond? She needed to be alone for a while so she could think. Even to try to remember the past. But Milton had said a spell had been used to erase her memories of Rhobart. What if there was no way of undoing it? She wanted to know, needed to know what she had been hiding from her father all those years. Ayla tried to wiggle away from Rhobart, but he snaked an arm around her waist, caging her, her back glued to his chest. He buried his face in her hair. She tried to free herself but stopped when he growled in annoyance. If what he told Milton was true, she now knew his deepest fear. She waited patiently for him to fall asleep before she could find a quiet place in the forest to think for a moment or two. When the twins switched guards with Milton, Ayla was still awake, thinking. Rhobart softly snored into her ear. An owl sounded in the forest, catchi
She did not remember ever being taken to a Dark Mage by her father. “You knew what my father, what Galian did to me, the beatings and torture I was subjected to, and you never lifted a finger to help me. Rhobart thinks I betrayed him, that I have broken our bond. You need to tell Rhobart the truth! But not about my childhood. I don’t want him to know about that.” Not because she was ashamed of what her father did to her, but because she didn’t want Rhobart to know how much she had hated him. “You should not hide what your father did to you. Let Rhobart know. As for telling Rhobart the truth...” the Seer studied her nails for a moment. “He might have a grudge against me. That man can be very stubborn.” Ayla rubbed her temples. “I don’t think I can blame him. Not after what you have told me. What did you do to him?” The Seer chuckled. “Long story. I don’t have time to tell you all about it right now.” Ayla wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. “You got me into this mess with
Ayla watched the owl fly away before replying to Rhobart’s call. “Rhobart! I am here!” “Ayla, I hear you!” She turned on her heels and rushed to find Rhobart. They met somewhere in the middle, Rhobart walking fast, a magic crystal in his left hand and his dagger in his right. Kerra was walking beside him. They stopped in front of each other. Rhobart looked at her with haunted eyes. His throat bobbed. “When you didn’t return, I thought that something had happened to you. I have been looking for you for some time.” His voice shook as he spoke. He put the dagger in the scabbard before pulling Ayla into his embrace. “I thought I saw a white doe and decided to look for it with Kerra. I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She didn’t know why she was lying to him. Rhobart tightened his arms around her. “I was even starting to think that you le— Doesn’t matter. You are here, in my arms.” For the first time since she met Rhobart, she saw fear in his eyes. All because of he
They reached the next camp by nightfall. Ayla looked at the camp. Except for her and the others, it was empty. Three little cabins stood next to the woodshed. As she looked at the cabins, she started to feel nervous. After thirteen years, Rhobart and her would finally complete their bond. She rubbed the scar with her thumb. If Sarya was right and she had magic, she would use it to help defeat the Orcs. Someone put his hands on top of her shoulders, and she tensed. Not someone but Rhobart. “Pick one of the cabins and go inside. I will bring wood and the rest of the things we will need for the night,” Rhobart told her. “Alright,” Ayla said and went to the one next to the woodshed. Kerra followed her inside. A magic crystal was next to the table, and Ayla tapped on it. A yellow light came from it, allowing Ayla to see inside the cabin. The cabin was simply decorated—a single bed, a table with chairs, a fireplace, and a cupboard. Some furs covered the bed. Kerra jumped on the b
Ayla opened the parchment and read. ‘Prince Rhobart Braveheart of the Kingdom of Nordmar, I, princess Ayla Longthorn of the Kingdom of Myrthana, send this to you to inform you I no longer want to be soul-bonded to you. I will have our bond revoked, and my memories of you erased. Please, don’t come looking for me, as I don’t love you and never did. I don’t wish to see you again. Attentively, princess Ayla.’ The handwriting was identical to hers, but she had no recollection of writing it. She put it on the table. “I don’t know. Maybe when my memories return, I can tell you if I was the one to write it or not. The handwriting is mine, but...” Rhobart crushed the parchment in his hand and threw it into the fire. Ayla turned her head in time to see how it burned. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Now we know the truth of what happened.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “For how I treated you, I hope you will truly find it in yourself to forgive me.” “You did nothing wrong. You acted
He pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, curling around hers, while rolling her peaks between his fingers. Her hips rocked gently, feeling his hard cock against her. “Ayla,” he groaned. “If you keep doing that, I might forget about being gentle and fuck you like I wanted to since I first saw your tits through your wet undergarment.” She remembered the way he looked at her when they were bathing in Daya’s cave. She bit her lip. “I want you to fuck me.” He laid her onto her back on the bed. “I have to get you ready first. It will be less painful that way.” How bad could it hurt? Worse than a broken finger? If that was the case, she could endure it. “Show me your pretty cunt,” Rhobart cooed. “My what?” He chuckled. “Open your legs.” Ayla did so. He ran a finger between her folds. “This is a cunt. My cock will go inside it.” She knew. His finger moved up, and he started rubbing that bundle of nerves that made her feel so much pleasure. He leaned in an