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
Ayla, 7 years old For the last five days, the castle of Myrthana has been buzzing with activity. King Amul, the king of Myrthana, was expecting King Hagen, the king of Nordmar, and his son, Prince Rhobart. King Amul wanted the castle to be spotless for when the guests arrived. The slaves were cleaning room after room while the servants made sure that everything was put back in its place. And if something wasn’t properly cleaned, King Amul made sure to punish the slaves severely. It was morning when Queen Lavia and two servants entered Ayla’s room. After they bathed her, the slaves dressed her in a beautiful yet simple white cotton dress. Her black hair had been brushed and braided into a crown around her head. “Ayla,” her mother said, once Ayla was ready for the visit of King Hagen and Prince Rhobart, “stay in your room until the guests arrive. Don’t leave your room and more importantly, don’t get dirty. If you do, your father will be very displeased with you, and you know how ang
Hours later, when the lesson was over, Ayla was happy to have finished the pink satchel. Grandmother Anza inspected it for a while. “It’s not bad for your first project. You can start something new tomorrow.” “May I go into the garden?” Ayla asked, and her grandmother nodded. Ayla rose from her chair, walked out through the double crystal doors, and entered her garden. She was glad that she had her room on the ground floor, even if the rest of her family slept on the second floor. She spent time in the garden until a servant came to take her to the dining hall. As she passed next to her desk, she smirked, grabbed her slingshot, and hid it in her dress’s pockets. The white marble floor of the dining hall had been so well polished, Ayla could see her reflection in it. Chandeliers with magic crystals hung from the ceiling, the yellowish light illuminating the interior of the hall. A large table was in the middle of the hall, and her family and the guests were already seated around it
The race started well, and it appeared that prince Rhobart was winning, but in the middle of the race, his horse started acting strange. The horse stopped running and tried to throw the prince off the saddle. “Rhobart!” the King of Nordmar said in a loud tone. But the prince did not look at his father as he grabbed the reins hard and tried to calm the horse. Moments later, slaves came running and tried to grab the reins, but the horse became more agitated. Ayla watched, praying that nothing bad would happen to the prince of Nordmar. She breathed easily when the slave grabbed the reins and held the horse. Prince Rhobart got down from the horse, took out a dagger he had at his waist, and cut the saddle’s girths. He threw it on the ground, and he found two briers under it. The prince removed the briers, patted the horse on its neck, and talked to it. “Prince Galian is the winner,” her father said, but no one was looking at the King of Myrthana. They were looking at the King of Nor
Ayla, 8 years old A year had passed since Ayla last saw Rhobart. Even if they had constantly been writing, Ayla missed him. Rhobart was not only her friend but her soulmate as well—whatever that meant. Each time he wrote to her, she dreamed of the day that they would see each other again. It was a warm summer day when Ayla sat on the bench in her garden. A new book was in her hands. She loved reading while the sun kissed her skin. In Myrthana, it was always warm. Rhobart had told her that in Nordmar, it was always winter. She couldn’t imagine how someone could live in a place that was always cold. Ayla opened her book in the middle, where she had hidden the last parchment Rhobart sent her. Her mother had given it to her earlier, and she had already read it a few times. She looked at it and read it again. ‘Princess Ayla, I am visiting the Kingdom of Davalon with my father and Kerra. Mother didn’t want to join us. Yesterday we went to a big festival in the capital. During the fes
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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