He didn't touched me that night but sitting beside fire place on his chair looking at me continuously..." What's wrong Prince Edmund " he still said nothing " Is something bothering you? " He sighed of relief " Yes! Get ready! I want to take you somewhere "I get up from bed and wear beautiful navy blue silk outfit. He sat on his horse and make me sit infront of him. It was mid night and only small fire light which were placed from distance were giving us light. We travel for about 30 minutes and stopped infront of a house. It seem so beautiful from outside and i was shocked to see it's elegant style from inside with beautiful designed furniture!" This is my house , The one you wanted to see so badly "I saw sadness in his deep green eyes when he sits on his bed where he used to love with Princess Snow Flower. I stay silent because there is nothing i can do to ease his pain." I want to ask you something! " He stopped for few seconds and speak again " It is something i only want fr
I I point at Little Sea. "Cannons. Get a piece of papyrus and ink and write that down." The man nods and follows my orders. "Now tell us what the cannons can do, little one," I asked my Eliza"The cannons are like long stone tunnels with only one side open; the top side. They sit on a pair of wheels and that's how the men can move it. It is incredibly heavy and large. It can move in any direction, whether it is east, Northeast…south…any way you want. Then there is theobject called the cannonball that you shoot out at the enemy. The cannon gets ignited with fire and…off it goes. Quite interesting really." Eliza gushes it all out to us, spilling every bean in the bag while Little Sea takes notes on the papyrus." I have something to say too " Iron coyote girl talk and I nodded in response!"Then there is a contraption called a catapult. It is used for hurling stones of fireballs out at the enemy, or over tall walls. It is like a tall wooden stick with a little bowl attached to the end
"We all die, Elizabella. The gods of this world canbe merciful, but when your time comes, you must accept that fact. The greatest death a man can know is while in battle, fighting for his country.""But I don't understand," she whispers to me, clutching my hands in hers. I look away from her face as she draws herself closer. She will never understand the ways of war, but never will anyone. "Why not just make peace with oneanother?"This statement draws my eyes back to her face. "Peace? I have never known peace. The only peace I have is when I am with you. If it's war they want, it's war they'll get."BELLA'S POVI claim that I despise war, yet I still gave away precious information from my kingdom. Where does my loyalty lie?With my brothers and sisters back home, or will the beasts that raided my home and stole me away from my lifestyle? Ask me five months ago what I thought about thebarbarians and I would have told you they were a damned race, a merciless species that deserved t
Curiosity gets the better of me and I stalk forward to turn the golden knobs of the door. They give way and the door pushes open with a terrifyingly loud creak. But what the two doors hide is so much more amazing.It is a library. Books line the walls, and a great swirling staircase leads up to the second floor of it. Two large windows let the moonlight in as the torches do not lead on into the library. I shut one door behind me, leaving the other open in case the doors were to lock behind me.The place is huge and mysterious. My people had called the barbarians an unintelligent race with no interest whatsoever in edification; an unclean, uneducated species. But judging by the books and paintings hung on the walls, these peopledo not live up to the stereotypes from Bellechester.My fingers scrape across the spines of the books, a thick layer of dust coming off my skin. These books and parchment scrolls and paintings haven't been touched in years. I wonder why no one's been in here fo
. "What are you doing up here?"Amusement mixed with anger flash in his eyes. "I could ask you the same exact thing."Red Fox was supposed to be at the meeting with Ceaser. After all, he is one of Cesar's men. I don't want to talk to that low life so I try to leave, but he pushes me against one of the bookshelves and pins my arms above my head. "Let me go You, Bastard!" I scream at him. He sighs and tilts his head as if contemplating whether or not he should let me go. "Hmm, let me think. How about No!" He laughswhen I growl at him. "So, whose side are you really on, Tiger Claw?"When his face draws closer to mine, I struggle more. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"He's so close to me that I can feel his lips turn upwards into a smile on my skin. "I am not afraid."I decide not to provoke him. He's got the upper hand on me and Cesar can't protect me while he's at the other end of the castle. He is also unaware that i roam around here...."I am on your side. Why do you think I gave
Marudulla~~~I stand behind him in the chilly morning breeze, my fingers entwined in his hair, weaving it into a braid for him.It seems like forever since I'd touched those glorious, silky black stands. It's unseasonably cold this morning, but Prince Edmund insists on having the windows left open. The people are upearly this morning as well, for I can hear them bustling about the villages. I tie the end of Prince Edmund's braid with a strip of cowhide leatherand let it fall down his back. He turns around slightly and flashes me a brilliant white smile. "Thank you, Princess," he says in that deep, husky accent that I've come to treasure. I nod myhead and smile at him. He wears a fur vest that shows teasing glimpses of his bronze, muscled chest and deerskin pants that will keep his bulky legs warm.I am wearing spotted deerskin pants with fluffy sheepskin boots to warm my feet. I also wear a cozy deerskin top, with my hair intricately braided on either side of my head. He looks at m
"So that's it?" I cry. I'm blinded by my anger and can't really control what comes out of my mouth—or what I say to the king. "You wish to keep me as your mistress for the rest of my lowly life?" My bad habit comes around again. I'd beenso good about not scratching myself because I hadn't been unhappy or stressed in a very long time, but alas, my nails find my skin and draw blood.His eyes widen and he wrestles my arms to my side, growling when my blood drips onto his hands. "You didn't let me finish!" he roars at me. I instantly quiet down. "You will never marry, Elizabella…you will never marry anyone but me. And that child in your stomach will be my heir!"The pain from scratching my skin comes as blood rolls down my arms, but I don't acknowledge it. He is clutching my hands, kneeling at my sides, submitting to me. Yes…me. I remember what Cassandra said on my first day in Stauckana."If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse."But this was him demanding my hand
I lean closer to him, kissing his lips tenderly with my own. As I am about to pull away, he grabs my face tighter and pulls me back in for a more satisfying kiss, one with plenty of tongue and saliva, and passion. He tastes wine and rabbitstew. I pull away finally, laughter dying on my lips.It doesn't take long to notice the stares from the people at the table around us. Some smile, some blush, and some look away in embarrassment from being caught. Cesar just keeps eating his soup, his abnormally hot hand resting onmine. He has no sense of embarrassment. He only takes pride in the things he has conquered. And he has, undoubtedly, conquered me."Na yi ta na da kyau, ma'am," Cesar speaks up in his native tongue. It sounds so rough and manly when he says the words. "Amma idan wants Daga gare ku kiyaye staring an inda zan mace kamar cewa, shi ke cabbage take cewa ba za kaso a sakamakon. (I realize she is a beauty, yes. But if any of you keep staring at my woman like that, it's guarant