Throughout the course of the evening, I sit against my tree and watch the men talk battle plans and feast upon a dinner that makes my mouth water beyond belief. Constantly Cesar is on my mind. The demons of winter come that night as the men are getting ready to head into their tents for thenight. One throws me a blanket and I greedily snatch it up into my hands, trying to salvage all of the warmth from it. The fire is put out as the last of the men are retreating into their tents for the night. I see Cordell standing by the dying embers. He looks menacing and crazed.I look away from his face and into the desolate forest surrounding me. I hate him, I hate him A lot. He speaks up then. "Don't worry, Elizabella. You won't die in the cold tonight, I have so much revenge for you" he whispers. I still refuse to look at him. "The gods have spoken to me, and we havedecided to use you and your betrayal to our advantage. Tomorrow we shall travel to where your bastard husband is stationed. I
I move my frozen limbs in the snow. I cringe and cry out in pain. "I…I can't move. It hurts so badly."His big brown eyes stare into mine. "Don't give up. You have to come to me" His outline flickers again. He's going to leave soon. The snow is slowly burying me. I can no longer see my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a tall, dark figure creeping behind, Cesar. I try to warn him, but my mouth was frozen and I can't seem to work my tongue.He's looking down at the snow, his hand clenching mine tightly. My eyes widen and my breathing speeds up. The snow is slowly covering my face. The dark figure raises a sword. I cry out for him to move, but my hand has frozen him to the gates.The sword comes down hard on him, beheading my lover. I want to scream, I want to cry. But as the last of the snowfall from the desolate sky, my eyes are covered from the horrid the sight of my king's glassy brown eyes staring at me from where he laid in the snow. I'm falling, tumbling through a sno
It takes me a few minutes when I wake up to trulyunderstand why the trees are racing past me, and why my bed smells like an animal. When I finally realize that I'm on the back of a running horse, my eyes fly open as my mouth emits a gasp that startles the rider.My hands and feet are bound together and I'm tied to the horse so tightly that I wouldn't fall off if the mount took a tricky turn or jump. Snow is fresh on this ground, so I know that we're far from where the camp was. I don't say anything when the horse begins to slow down.There are other men on horseback, their armour gleaming in the bright sunlight, their breath rolling from their lips like puffs of dragon smoke. The bitter winter cold bites at my cheeks and nose, making the normal porcelain white skin turn a rather odd shade of scarlet.The pounding of horse hooves against the ground echoes in my head, their strong legs powering through the light snow that would normally slow them down quite a bit. But these horses are
As this something stirs, I can feel the most excruciating pain in my life come back to haunt me. My bones are breaking, shrinking smaller. My skin is splitting, my fur falling away as human skin takes the place of it. My wolf howl is cut off asmy fangs are back to human teeth and human lips form a human scream rather than a howl.And here I am, standing naked as day before my wife and my warriors. My shoulders heave up and down—that whole process was physically exhausting. "C-Ces—" I don't even give her time to finish.In one step I am by her side, clutching her frail body to mine, burying my nose into the collar of her neck. And she's hugging me back. "I almost lost you," I sob into her shoulder. The memories of the knife to her neck, the whip stripping the porcelain skin from her back."And I almost lost you," she sobs right back to me. "I didn't know if you could ever change back." She pulls away to look at me. I'm naked and not having seen my body in weeks makes a faint blush
My horse huffs loudly beneath me. I smooth a hand along her smooth, warm neck and scratch behind her ear. "Good girl. Keep going. Only a little more to go…right?" I look up at Cesar, who has turned back around. His long animal skin cloak hangs down over the sides of his great black steed and blows in the wind.I remember some of the surroundings around me but not all of them. I remember when I'd rode off into the forest on this very same horse and saw the barbarians massacring a nearby village in a raid. We're close to him.My mouth doesn't seem to want to shut as I ask a question that renders my husband into a shocked state. "Why do you raid if you know that it causes problems with other lands? Is it greed?"After a few moments of stunned silence, my husband finally lets out a growl. "Greed," he whispers. "My people have had long histories with the surrounding kingdoms. Centuries ago, Stauckana was no more than a small tribe in the south that had a castle the size of a nobleman's hou
CESAR'S POVMy heavy footfall rouses the men at peace in this castle but I do not care. I am on a mission and that is to find my cousin. My cousin that has betrayed me, and the whore that had tried to kill the only light I had left in this wretched world. The one I loved with all my heart and soul.The faster I walk, the closer I near to the dark corridor in which my cousin's bedroom lies. My hair whips around my face as I come to stand in front of his door. I know he's inside. I can hear that whore moaning his name. And like the fool he is, he never locks his door.I bust down the door without even turning the knob, bursting into his room. She's sitting on his cock, thrusting up and down on him. Dirty. That's all I can think about."Bastard!" I scream loudly, grabbing Ivona by the hair and yanking him off of his weeping cock and throwing her onto the floor.He's more stunned than angry that I'd walked on him. He shouts and stands up, not caring to hide his male genitalia from my eyes
Dances With Wolves, the mighty king of the southern wild, slayer of men, thief far and wide…would never give up on me. So why should I choose to give up on him? It's not fair.I splay my palm against his chest and sigh. "Please," I murmur. "Don't leave me like this. Wake up. Open youreyes.Yoi are not King but a coward. You are not a King because you can't stand by your words"Cesar's chest rises and falls slowly—too slowly. Hisheartbeat is so faint that I can barely even hear it. Maybe they're right. Maybe he really is going to die.Tears fall from my eyes as I collapse over his chest, burying my hands in his hair. "It's not fair!" I cry out. "You promised me! You promised me you wouldn't leave!"I don't think I've ever reached such a low point. My lover has left me, I'm pregnant, and the kingdom is slowly falling to ruin. I should have never let him leave. What a fool I am. I lift my head up and stare at his beautiful face. His eyes are shut and he seems lifeless. I run my fingers
"What do you have to say for yourself?" I ask her. The cold chambers of the dungeons are unsettling but I wouldn't have it any other way for the prisoners. I hold up the torch to peer at her through the bars.She's curled up in a ball on the ground, shivering and sobbing quietly. I glare at her, but I laugh at her pain. "So… how does it feel? Alone and powerless.""Fuck you," she manages to spit out at me through her hiccupping sobs. "I hate you. You're barbaric.""Well," I set the torch on the wall before curling my fingers around the bars of the dungeon cell. I give her a sinister smile. "I suppose I am barbaric. After all, I am the king of the barbarians."She sobs even louder because she knows that her beloved prince, my cousin brother, is gone now that I'd killed him. All chances that she had were completely wiped off of the board now that my cousin was permanently six feet under the earth."I wish you died," she wails. "It's not fair. You stole Red Fox's throne. It was his des