ELIZABELLA'S POVHe's brought the dinner into his room that night. It's dark outside and I'm hungry, but I'm also confused. Cesar's sitting at the table in the far right corner of his room with his face illuminated only by the fire.I slowly walk to join him there, staring down at the plate of simmered, smoked meats and bread dipped in some kind of sauce. There's a goblet of wine in front of me. I look up at him and he just stares, waiting for me to sit.He picks up a chicken leg and bites into it. He looks at me again eyes fly down to my plate. My fingers skirt over the piece of bread and I lift it to my mouth, taking a small bite of it. It's not bad.When I look back at him, I find him staring straight at me again. My face grows red in the firelight. "You have not spoken to me in over an hour," he says between bites of chicken. "What's the matter?"I swallow the bread and sigh, brushing my hair behind my ear. "I want to know about that speech," I tell him. "I'm curious about it and y
He looks at me in astonishment before breaking into a smile."How did you learn so quickly?"I lean my cheek against my palm. "It's called, a lot of free time in Cesar's room with books.""You want to learn," he states. "That's something different.""Yes," I agree. "While I've got nothing else better to do while you lock me away in my tower for hours, I snoop and read your books."He doesn't at all seem bothered by the fact that I go through his books while he's away talking about the raids with his men. "You like to read?" he questions.I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading.""Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and itharbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and
I wake up in the middle of the night, a cold gust of air hitting my naked back. The back of my nightgown must have been unlaced somehow. I sit up in bed slowly, making sure not to wake him up.Except for the fact that he was not there beside me. I don't quite know why, but my heart begins to race, and my eyes search for him frantically in the dark. Where would he be in the middle of the night? Does he leave all of the time? I push the covers off of me and slide out of the bed. The fireis nearly dead, but I can still see around in the room. Cesar is not in the room. The door is cracked open slightly, but the hallway is pitch black. Where could he have gone? I grab one of the scented wax candles off of Cesar's jeweltable and bring it to the dying fire. I thrust it into the embers, trying to get it to light. But the fire's bright glow sinks into the logs before a spark can touch the tip of the candle. "No! It's not working" I hiss softly in the night. Before I know it, I'm surrounded b
I moan quietly and lean my head against the wall, letting myself go. I hear him grunt, then cry out a sticky white fluid that pours all over his chest. I turn away before he can realize I'm there and rush back down the hallway. I lay in bed waiting for him to return. I face the wall so thathe may not see my face and wrap myself in bedsheets. The door opens softly a moment later. I can see him out of my peripherals, wiping himself down with a wet cloth and sliding into bed,completely naked. He come close to me and kissed my cheek! I tried hard not to move but I shivers! I hope he didn't notice it. I hope he thinks it's just happened in my sleeping self.Guilt wracks my body. I shouldn't have been looking upon him, and I shouldn't have touched myself. But it felt so good to feel like that, to feel...sinful.I meekly begin to dress in front of him. His wandering eyes roam my body like a starved beast that has not feasted in a year. The red silks are what he's chosen for me to wear, alo
Cesar saw it but he just ignores his cousin as well as the other onlookers, riding out into the day. "You'll just have to see when we get there," he remarks. I frown and ride on ahead"Why do you ride fast when you don't even know where youare going?"I look over at him in wonder. "Well…perhaps I am urging you to move faster. The eyes of your men are unyielding; they look upon us both with a certain unwelcome watchfulness. I am not comfortable"With this, Cesar turns around and yells something at his men that's pretty much unintelligible to me. They jump a few feet into the air before turning on their heels and running off. I laugh; they look like a bunch of scared children that just got caught in the act of stealing a biscuit.He turns and looks at me, nodding his head towards the door. "Okay. Let's go." He digs his heels into Tsakar Dare's ( Horse ) black belly and speeds the horse off into the woods."H-hey!" I call. I nudge Rana Fashe's ( Horse ) belly with the tip of my leather s
He nods. "I'll try.""Please do," I whisper.He nods again. "For you. But I heard he has women in his room and he does seem different these days, if it's what I am thinkin' 'dan I should be happy "I look up at him and swallow the lump that had been residing in my throat. I touch his tattooed bicep with the tips of my fingers. " But I am afraid he might hurt her She is my close friend" He laughed " That's mean we both fools fall for the same land beauty which cast a magic spell on us and now we are lost and falling" I frowned " Yeah yeah thank you for calling us witches" He doesn't answer. Instead, he skewers the skinned squirrel on a stick and thrusts it over the fire. I grimace. "That's ugly."He laughs. "It is, isn't it? It won't be so ugly when we cut him up and beat him."I scoot a little closer to the fire, pleased with the warmth that it gives me. "I honestly have to say that I've never tried squirrel.""It's good," he tells me. "But small. Like snack, not meal."I watch it coo
"Do you know what I think about that, Eliz'bella?" He crooks his finger and pressed down hard on a spot that makes me cry out from the immense pleasure it gives me. "I think it's shit."He removes his hand much to my dismay and turns me around, pressing me to the cold, stony cave floor. He cradles my head in one hand, his other hand slithering back into my bottoms. He pumps his finger in and out of me.I close my eyes, lost in the pleasure. He smacks a kiss on my lips. "Open your eyes," he tells me. I try to open them but it's so hard. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see your face when your release comes."I'm not quite sure what he means but all I want right now is it please him. I look him straight in the eyes. I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions."Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them."His fingers pump faster and fast
"Making love is tender. I only ever made love to Snow Flower."I was shocked " Snow Flower? Isn't she your brother's wife? Did you take her virginity? " He looked down in sorrow " No, I didn't! At that time She was Pregnant!If she was alive and you asked her the same question She would say I force myself on her and that was also true! I was Sad and drunk after hearing that she is pregnant and happy. taking advantage of Iron Coyote's absence I went inside her house and make love to her, I did it with love although I was drunk I was happy! " I hiss at him " That's why Iron Coyote beats her later? " I asked" No she didn't tell him anything or he would've slit my throat because I guess he loved her " " Love " I cut him " Didn't you said he beats her? " I questioned" Yes he beats her when she was 6 months pregnant because she was unable to give him pleasure " he replied" And who told you this? Snow Flower? "He nods his head as no " She didn't, Her maid did and a little Red fox told m