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
She had never played with someone else before and she was starting to get excited for when she would move to Nordmar. “I would like to have a snowball fight with you, but what if my hands freeze?” “You will wear warm gloves and clothes, so you don’t have to worry about freezing. And we can build a fire and roast chestnuts.” Ayla narrowed her eyes. “You have oaks in Nordmar?” Rhobart nodded. “They are not like oaks from Myrthana; they are winter oaks. The chestnuts from the winter oaks are sweet and salty at the same time. I am sure you will like them.” Everything that Rhobart told her sounded wonderful. They spent the rest of the morning in her garden, and when it was time for lunch, Rhobart and Ayla joined the adults in the dining room. While the adults spoke something about the magic ore mine, Ayla and Rhobart were busy feeding Kerra. “I don’t know why you like to spend time with my sister,” Galian suddenly said. Rhobart looked at Galian. “Unlike others, she does not need
Once the women were in the sled and the men were on horses, the oxen started moving. Ayla sat between her mother and grandmother, with Kerra on her lap. Rhobart, on top of his horse, walked next to the sled, his eyes on Ayla. While the women talked about dresses and other things, Ayla glanced at Rhobart. There was something different about him. She could feel it in her heart. In her soul. And every time he looked at her, she felt like her face was on fire. Maybe she was the one that was different. After what felt an eternity, the sled finally stopped in front of the Royal Palace. Kerra jumped out of Ayla’s lap. Rhobart dismounted and went to help Ayla. He offered her a gloved hand, and she grabbed it and stepped out of the sled. The other men helped the two Queens and her grandmother. Rhobart, not waiting for the others, led Ayla inside the Palace. “You will like it here. I can hardly wait for you to see your room. I personally chose it for you. It is close to my room.” The pala