Serdephe seemed quite happy to explain to Teverius why she perceived him as a villain, oblivious to his affront.
“You only arrive at night. You’ve gazed on me unclothed while lying with my wolves. You’ve put your hands on my undergarments. You’ve crept around following me.” She said matter-of-factly. “You’re far closer to a villain.”
He blanched. “It does sound rather awful when you word it such.”
“I don’t mind.” She went back to eating her meat.
And Teverius immediately missed her greasy little hands on his.
Sebastian sat in the corner blissfully intrigued by all he’d witnessed. When he could contain his curiosity no longer, he strolled over to their table. “You called for me?”
Teverius jerked, staring at his food as if afraid to look up. Which only brought Sebastian more joy.
Recognizing his voice, Teverius looked u
“I don’t want revelry.” Teverius’s eyes narrowed. He glared up at Bast. “Mardichi!” Bast called again. “Come join your Little Brother!” Teverius groaned. Robust laughter bellowed from the other end of the room. The giant redhead stood and tossed off his cloak. Making several men object at the massive size of him. One man muttered, “It’s RedBayne. The Assassin.” “I shall be back Norris. I have duties now.” Mardichi announced. Tossing the garment down on the bench. “Tonight, we injure Little Brother with large quantities of me favorite sustenance.” “Of course, you do.” Norris grumbled off-handedly. Tev groaned. Teverius willed himself. Praying the night would end with him retaining some glimmer of dignity. Sebastian set about drowning all thoughts of Elsabet, while tormenting the youngest of his brethren. A fine night. A fine night, indeed. The Driter’s Den was a rowdy place tonight. Having three
Mardichi keenly watched Bast probing Teverius for the intimate details of trouble between Teverius and his pretty purple-haired mate. He watched Bast for so long that he could no longer take it. “What? Why are you staring?” “Ye’re avoiding returning ta see if yer valkyrie is enraged at ye.” Mardichi said perceptively. Bast shot him a black look. Knowing full well that the barbarian was right. I hate when he’s smarter than he looks. Bast groaned inwardly. However, he received a momentary reprieve when the innkeeper rushed to the table with a missive in hand. Bast grunted and lifted a staying palm. “I don’t want it.” “He insists me give it ta ye, me lord. I’ve told ’im yer answer willna change.” The innkeeper looked a little desperate. “Please take it or he migh’ kill me.” “He won’t kill you for me refusing to look at his latest offer.” “You dunnot know this man, me lord. He migh’.” Bast groaned. “Set it
Sebastian wondered briefly if Mardichi was steady enough on his feet to help him in, or if they’d both end up in a bruised heap. But a glance at the barbarian’s balanced stance assured him Mardichi was so accustomed to drink, that one meager cask was not enough to maintain his happy intoxication. That settled, Bast felt his stomach drop at the prospect of entering the castle to find the valkyrie’s disappointment. I can’t bear that crushed look of her. I should’ve hid in an inn room rather than partaken. “Oh.” Mardichi reared back as they pushed through the doors. “What ‘tis tha’ feeling?” “Her emotion.” “She has tha’?” Mardichi’s voice rose in surprise. Bast swallowed. There was an eerie silence in the castle that told him she was already asleep. He caught the faint sound of a girl crying. And the growl of an enraged man’s shouting. Though the words were indiscernible. An intermingled muttering of sound.
Elsabet, already curled in his lap, pressed her supple lips to his mouth. He made a surprised sound, pulling away from her. “What’s wrong?” She asked, confused. “I’ve no wish for our kiss to be one in which I taste like the one that was so cruel to you.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “After all your proclamations of desiring me, you refuse me now?” “I don’t feel I’ve a choice.” His face was written with pain. His grip on his self-control waning. “Have you some wine?” She asked thoughtfully. “I can get some from the kitchens.” “Then do so.” She whispered against his lips. He groaned low in his throat. “Woman, if this is a test, I’ll surely fail…” “It’s no test. But you must hurry, before I change my mind.” She purred. Warm breath brushing his face and the scent of wildflowers filling his senses. “We cannot do this, I’m not sober.” He objected. What the hell am I saying? Find the bloody wine!
Elsabet was the embodiment of sensuality and delight. Moving in his arms like something created from sexual pleasure. Everywhere he touched her elicited a new reaction. He already knew that no matter how much he gave her tonight, she’d wanted more. Her hunger was insatiable. He worked his mouth over her as he slid a finger into her. He cast out a tendril of warm magic from the tip of that finger. It wound a bit higher and then curled toward the front of her. Touching over places that made her back arch and her cry out. It’s the heat. He realized. So, he let the heat expand until it filled all the space within her. Then he stretched that magic. Putting pressure against her inside walls. She cried out in pleasure. Her body was beginning to sweat and her nipples hardening to blunted tips. He slid his finger in and out of her. Letting his magic mimic the movement. Touching every place within her before withdrawing. “I feel
“You look morose today.” Rhyers remarked to Elsabet as he wandered into the solar. “Sebastian had said you were in a kindly mood when he last saw you this morning.” “Time to think.” She said plainly. Shooting him a cursory glance. “Since when do you come up here?” “I was looking for you. Sebastian said you might be up here.” Rhyers sat in the chair near the window. She was in the window seat. Allowing the morning sun to pour over her as if she wanted to soak up every drop. “After seeing the pain you were in that last time I was here, I wanted to check in on you.” He referred to when she’d thrown herself into his arms in the library. She flushed slightly. “It wasn’t pain. It was anger.” Rhyers scoffed. “You may have Bast fooled into believing how hateful you can be, but I’m not so easily deceived.” She cast him a blank look. “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He leaned forward to brace his elbows on h
Sebastian didn’t know what had changed in Elsabet, and he wasn’t about to question it. She was a joy this morning, almost playful. But then she’d disappeared up into the solar most of the day. Which generally boded ill for him since that was typically her favored place to sit and think about uglier things. He’d expected her resentment to have returned by the time he saw her next. Instead, he’d heard the creak of his chamber door. That first night, he was awake when she crept into his chamber. Merely staring at the wall next to him. He heard the creak of the door, and her soft step on the floor. He knew the sound of her, even her breathing. He knew precisely who had entered his room. He was still. Refusing to look. When she only stood there, hesitating so long that he thought she might rush out, he caught up the blanket behind him and lifted it. Not facing her to avoid scaring her away. His invitation was clear
Even better than that magical night had been, was how lovely the morning proved to be. Elsabet had crept out just before dawn and he’d assumed she’d left to ready for her day as she generally did in the morning. Though not this early. But to his sheer astonishment, she’d returned after a time with a bit of toast and some eggs along with a warm cup of tea. “Did you make it?” He sat up to give her a curious look. “Did you think I couldn’t cook toast and an egg?” She lifted a brow. I suppose I hadn’t imagined you over a stove. “I was a regular woman once.” She reminded with a chiding look. Handing him the platter. He took the platter, and blinked up at her. “What?” She eyed him askance. “Are you intending to slaughter me?” “With a cup of tea?” She said innocently. Pressing it toward him. “Is it poisoned?” He playfully eyed it. “Why would I waste my time with that, when I kn
Later that night, as Elsabet slept, Sebastian found himself sitting in the library. In his luxurious red chair next to the fire. The one he so often shared with Elsabet.He tilted forward in the seat, then leaned back. Rocking his body since the chair, on its stationary legs, could not.He slowly lulled the tiny being in his arms. Bright gold curls framed her small round face. And little hands flailed sleepily. Looking for something to hold onto.When Elsabet had curled into a ball and murmured that she needed to rest, he’d taken the baby and retreated downstairs. Sensing that Elsabet was grieving the loss of her own freedom. Resenting her own surrender.And the reasons she had to do it.
Elsabet giggled, then grunted in pain. Holding her abdomen as pain knifed deep into her center.Bast tightened in fear, but before he could question her the pain seemingly subsided. She relaxed and her hands slid away.“He is right though.” Sebastian said quietly, seeing she was alright. His words caused Elsabet to glance back at him. “She is as fair a beauty, as her mother.”Confusion crossed Elsabet’s face. She looked lost, not understanding something.“What is it?”“I’ve never heard people discussing me as though it’s fact that I’m fair to look upon.”“Fair!” Sebastian said incredulously. “You’re far more than fair. As I’ve told you on many an occasion!”Does she jest?Both men looked shocked.“I thought you said that, merely for the sake of being charming.”“Does she not know?” Alazareth blurted, staring at her astounded. Eventually he gave Sebastian a horrified look. “Clearly not.” Seba
Sebastian looked at his twin, Alazareth, to answer his question. “Her name is Sebet. After her beautiful mother.”Sebastian’s gaze returned to Elsabet and he noted her shocked expression. Her stormy blue eyes were huge, awash with emotion.“What?” He queried.“You’d name her after me?”Of course.“I name her after my greatest treasure.” His eyes returned to his new daughter, and he missed the flicker of pain flashing over her face at being referred to as something she would’ve considered property.Alazareth noticed her agony and his gaze slid to his brother who was absorbed in murmuring to the curly haired little girl. Blissfully happy to see her. Alazareth couldn’t bear the thought of stealing his brother’s moment of joy, to point it out to him.Elsabet’s gaze fell to her hands, and her expression was anguish.Sebastian would’ve noticed instantly, any other moment. But this one, all he could see was his new daughter.
Sebastian gave Elsabet’s hand a quick squeeze. Leaning over her and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.We can’t lose our daughter. He tried to push Agatha’s warning aside. But he was afraid. Very afraid.Elsabet screamed in pain.The ground under their feet quaked as she moaned in pain. Stones cracked and corners of moldings fractured and fell away. Bits of stone fell like rain from the outside of the building, past the window slits.“I’m here.” He whispered against her forehead. Leaning over her. As he did, he exuded enough magic to steady WaterRose against her unconscious swells of it.There was suddenly the vivid smell of blood and unknown fluids, an odor that terrified Sebastian in its foreignness.Agatha began shouting excitedly while Mags soothingly coached Elsabet on what to do.Then Agatha made a sudden rapid movement and swept her other hand under the coverlet draped over Elsabet’s knees.There wa
Once he felt the energy of the stronghold steady, he felt it was safe for him to go upstairs. He needed to stay collected. If the both of them were in chaos, the stronghold could peel itself apart.Bast hurried up the steps and turned into the flat hall. Pulling himself around the banister to rush his pace. He hurried to her chamber, only to come to an abrupt halt at the chamber just before hers.The door was open and inside was Sebastian’s twin brother.Alazareth was sitting in a chair inside the room. His back to the wall so he could hear everything within the next room. Worry was on his face, and he was massaging the back of his jaw. A motion that always indicated severe tension. Alazareth was always composed.This is bad. “What is it?” Bast’s steps slowed.“Something is wrong.” Alazareth’s jaw ticked.Oh, no… Sebastian tensed. His fists working at his sides as he waited. “What?”
Dread Hideout, Dread CountrySighing, Acharius headed back toward his caves. His huge form should’ve lumbered, but he moved far lighter than he should’ve for his size. His blonde hair hung to his shoulders, a few warrior braids near his face. A fur was slung over his back with a bow and a quiver over that.He lifted the bow over his head just as he reached his chamber but paused when Alazareth’s voice summoned him back out. “Acharius!”The viking’s head whipped in the direction of the opening. Noting it was odd for Alazar to come here.Acharius ducked slightly as he emerged from the lower mouth of the cave. His massive size blocked the darkness beyond him. “Alzareth?”His eyes moved to the identical figure next to him. “Bast?” His voice dropped in concern. “What is it?”“What is it?” Acharius asked.“We need the women.” Alazar responded.“Mags and Aggie?” Acharius looke
“Elsabet?” Sebastian called, having just arrived back at WaterRose, he was frantic to check on her.To see if she’s alright. If our babe is.“Yes?” She called from upstairs.He followed the sound of her voice up to her chamber. Finding her still abed. “Are you well today? Is there anything you need?”“I’m exhausted.” She sighed wistfully.Drawing near, he saw that her ripe belly seemed to have grown overnight, straining her petite frame.“I feel weak. But better. The pain is less.” She swept hair from her forehead so she could better look at him. Blue eyes lovely.“Come.” She waved him over.He walked to her.She caught his larger hand in hers. Rubbing the back of it with a soft thumb pad.He turned his hand to link his long fingers through her small ones and let her pull him down next to her.She scooted over and he was swallowed by the warmth of where she’d lain. Feeling that rare heat he only pe
Elsabet eventually fell asleep.Sebatian was wide awake behind Elsabet. Careful not to bump her wounded back. He suspected that, like him, if she were able to change shape she could go far in the way of healing.But she can’t. Her body wouldn’t let shift while there was an infant in her womb.He stroked her hair.She made small sounds of distress that told him she was either having a nightmare or suffering the throes of her fever.“It’s okay, sweetheart.”“Why weren’t you there?” She whimpered again.She doesn’t believe I was. That made him feel like he’d let her down, even though he had been there. He laid with her for a long while.When he did finally move to go and began sliding his arm from beneath her head, she abruptly caught his forearm and wrist. “Stay.”He did. Because he could deny her so very little.It was hours before he did slip away. He made it to the door that time
“Sebastian. Sebastian…” Elsabet moaned. Throwing her head side to side.“I’m here.” He told her. Crouched next to the bed, holding her hand. His expression was rife with worry as he saw her suffering.She was so strong, seeing her this weak was painful. She was fighting against something she couldn’t see.For both her and my daughter. Sebastian’s throat felt raw, and his face was swollen from the emotions he had while sitting at her side.“Where are you?” She murmured, tossing her head. She was covered in sweat. The fever had taken hold and now wreaked its cruel havoc.“I can’t find you!”“I’m here, sweetheart.” He said brokenly.“Why won’t you come?” She whispered urgently.He realized she was dreaming, perhaps reliving that moment in the grove. Wherever she was, his voice wasn’t reaching he