-Conor-A while later, there was a knock at the door, and Joanne came in. "Hey! Is she still sleeping?" Joanne asked, walking over next to Conor. She watched Karen sleep soundly for a few moments. Joanne frowned at her, wanting to meet her finally. "I was hoping she would be up by now. How disappointing.""Yeah, Bart thinks it has to do with the skirmish with me and then the major fight she went through last week. It was her versus like sixty or seventy men," Conor explained with a slight frown. "That's an incredible amount to take on by yourself." She said those words, and it was like the ground exploded. That was unbelievable!"That's what he told me, too. I think we should try to wake her up anyway. I want to meet her already!" Joanne whined eagerly."She's going to hate us all, Joanne. I'm willing to bet on it," Conor replied with a shrug. "But I don't care if she hates me. I really only want her for sex. I bet it's going to be mind-blowing!" I just want her lips around my dick. A
-Karen-I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the slight brightness of the room. I looked down at my hands and saw I was in shackles. Am- Am I alive? I could hear yelling out in the hall beyond the door. I tried to stretch a little bit and felt several sharp pains radiate from different spots on me. I slumped against the pillows and tried to piece together how it could even be possible that I was alive right now. There's no way that I should be alive right now. I was bleeding to death. How is this even possible? And what about the Queen and Head Mage? What happened to them?! I groaned from the pricks of pain that came and went."Lizette, I let you down. I let you die because I'm a coward." I sat silently for what felt like forever as I thought about Lizette and her final moments. "I could have probably summoned my soul jewel to save you, but I was Too afraid to try to do the right thing." I thought about the prince and his lunatic of a father, cold and calculating.
-Karen-"Tsk tsk, Karen. Do you want to fight us? You will lose in any case. You don't have enough energy to fight," Bart said sternly. I threw him a hateful look. "You shouldn't waste the gift that they give you. You certainly won't get a second chance with our king-""Go kill yourselves!" I snapped coldly as I scowled disdainfully. "Just leave me alone!" Conor laughed softly while Bart shook his head and approached the bed."Go on the other side, Conor." Bart approached from the right and Conor from the left. Go ahead. See what happens! They lunged at the same time. I raised the shackles at their faces, and they both hit the metal, yelling in pain."Damn this fucking woman!" Conor shouted as I snickered with glee. That was perfect! He gave me a dirty look as Bart felt his cheek to ensure he wasn't injured."Well, Karen, looks like round one goes to you," Bart advised, pursing his lips. "Remind me again why this was a smart idea to give the fighter a damn weapon, Conor?!""That was m
-Karen-"We aren't leaving," Conor firmly stated after a long silence. I slowly raised my head to look over at him. He looked frustrated. I shook my head as I started to doze off sitting up. I woke up a bit when he grabbed my right hand tightly. I didn't bother to pull away. I gave him a weary look as he moved to sit beside me. He slipped his left arm around me and pulled me to him. I was too tired to fight back as he positioned me to lean against him. You're lucky I'm so damn tired. "You're the most stubborn woman I have ever met," he whispered."Remind me to let you know when I give a damn about what you think," I quipped back with a laugh.He snorted as he laughed at my snarky reply. "You're so amusing- But I bet that's why you have all those scars on your back." I flinched at his words. "You don't listen to anything you're told. You've fought us since the moment you woke up. I'm starting to wonder if this was a mistake to keep you."My mind instantly went to the thoughts of the wh
-Karen-He looked like he was going to destroy me with his eyes. I slowly felt the fear seep in as he quietly watched me with a smirk. "Weren't expecting that answer, were you?" I shook my head silently as he pursed his lips at me. "Truce?""What is a truce?" I asked him nervously. It's probably a code word for rape."It means we agree to stop fighting for a while." He leaned towards me until he was only an inch away from me. "I apologize for losing my temper earlier. I don't want to hurt you, okay? So, please, stop fighting me, even if it's just for a little while."I didn't trust him at all. I felt like he was trying to play with me. "Go away," I murmured softly. I just want to be alone.""No," he said firmly. "I'm not leaving until you agree to a truce with me."I thought about it for a moment. "If it will get you to leave, I will agree to your truce. But don't come back." I ordered just as firmly, pulling back from him. Stop getting so close to me, too."You can't tell me what to
-Karen-A couple of voices woke me up a while later, talking about the events from last night. What day is it? "They got gutsy, that's for sure," Bart commented from the left. Ugh. I'm so tired."No kidding," Conor replied from right above me. I sleepily looked up at him, not realizing I was curled up to him, holding his shirt tightly. Karen! Why are you clinging to him like that? Additionally, he had me tucked right against his chest with his arm around me still. "Hey. Are you feeling okay?" I squinted at him while he and Bart chuckled. I need to wake up quickly and get away from him."I guess she isn't a morning person?" Bart asked as I slowly woke up. Wake up, Kay! Wake the hell up!"No, I'd say she was up most of the night guarding herself against me," Conor explained as I sat up. I yawned and stretched and felt a couple of joints pop. "Good morning, Karen." Are you trying to make small talk? Really! You just don't stop, do you?!"Get out..." I grumbled tiredly to them. I was exha
-Karen-"I have a question for you," I said as he returned and sat on the bed before me again."Oh! You have a question—it better not be 'why are you still here?'" he huffed sarcastically. As much as I would find that to be amusing, not this time. I shook my head in reply. "What's your question?" Conor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was watching me intently, and I felt a tinge of nervousness charge through me. The way he looks at me makes me uneasy."Why- Why did you pick me that day? You spared my life of all the people you must have run across in town. I'm sure that's only temporary, but I don't understand why. I didn't save you or even speak to you. I didn't do anything to warrant that gesture. Why would you save a total stranger?" I asked, meeting his gaze. I'm not sure, but I want to know the answer. But I am curious!"Why? Because you looked interesting. I still think you're interesting even if you're a bit psychotic and stubborn," he smirked while I pursed my lips.
-Karen-"You could call it a bribe or a present, depending on how you look at this situation. In this case, seeing as how stubborn and combative you've been, I would be inclined to call it a bribe," he said, picking up part of the broken apple slice and putting it to my lips. Eat it."I looked away defiantly. I heard Conor and Bart both sigh out of frustration. Before either of them could try to say anything, I laid down on my left side and curled up tightly into a ball. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't want bribes or presents. I didn't want food or advice. I wanted to die, and I wanted it to happen quickly. I was tired of this life, and I felt like I had no purpose now that the Queen had been killed. Who do I serve now that she is gone? I sure won't serve either of them- Especially the prince! I could hear the men talking and did my best to block out their voices. I closed my eyes as tightly as possible when I felt Conor's presence coming back towards me. I balled up tighter on i