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AGNARR. I hear her grunt, her thundering heart, and then the whizz of something travelling fast through the air. I open my eyes and they burn as I yank the woman from my cock and yank her from the waters, using her as a shield. Not because I had no other way to block her throw but because I want her to see the consequences of her actions… The bowl slams into the woman’s head and I smirk internally with victory when she screams out a distraught, “No!” I don’t flinch as blood splatters over me, and the slave girl’s body becomes limp in my hold. Her pale hair is now covered in blood. “What did you do!” she screams at me, as I drop the woman’s body in the water, splashing us all. “I did nothing. You did that.” I say as she rushes into the water, glaring at me with more rage than I have ever seen on the face of a woman. “Take her and get out,” I command the slaves. She might still live if they make haste. How intriguing. Wolves really are emotional beings. “That was meant for you!
XENDAYA. The heatwaves are visible around me, rippling tauntingly in the surrounding air… The burning heat is unbearable, almost as if it’s incinerating my organs within my body… My entire body is screaming in agony. It’s too hot, my head feels like it’s going to burst. Night has fallen, yet I still stand. I’m parched, my feet have long since numbed from the intense agony. The throbbing pain from the burns is something I have become accustomed to, but it’s so intense that I can no longer feel where it starts and ends. My head is ringing from the pain, but it’s too overwhelming for me to process. I was moving around before trying to keep the heat off as much as possible, but I’m no longer able to move. But I refuse to show any kind of weakness, refuse to show that I am in agony… I am more wolf than vampire, but from my mother, I did inherit some of her strength, and I know right now it is that which is keeping me conscious. Shayara has disappeared into the far corner of my mind
AGNARR. Night has fallen, and I have just returned. The castle is silent. I heard nothing from my men, no good news nor bad… but the atmosphere when I return is sombre. Does it mean she is not getting better? It’s been a while since something aside from Nefzaan has consumed my mind. I make my way to the infirmary before stopping at the open arch. “Your majesty…” Garza, the head healer, whispers, as the rest of the healers cower in fear. “What are the results?” I ask coldly as I push open the door to the room she is in. “She is not healing, she is far too weak, and her wounds are dire… I’m not sure how she is alive.” Garza bows low, her words irritating me. “Then what are you good for!” I snarl. How was she standing if she was in this state? It can’t be true. As much as I want to decapitate the healer, I need her for the war to come. “Leave.” I snarl. They obey without delay, and I brush the curtain that covers the bed aside and look down at the woman on the bed. My gut tw
XENDAYA. Half an hour later, I do feel better. The bath became easier, even soothing, as the hot weather didn’t help either and after a soak I am washed with a gentle soothing balm before I am patted dry and rebandaged. “Can I get some kind of hair balm or something for my locks? My hair has become brittle. What’s left of it, anyway,” I murmur, touching my strands. “I’m afraid we don’t really have anything much for hair here… but I will ask the herb master,” she replies as she ties my wet hair up off my neck. I sense him before I hear him. His powerful aura is like an enigma of its own and I tense, my heart thundering. ‘Xenie… remember, calm down. We do not want to be hurt again.’ Shayara tries to calm me. I sit there, my breasts heaving with rage that I am simply unable to hide… how dare he… Garza places a thin cotton gown around me, and I slowly clutch it at the front. I’m only wearing bandages underneath. “Excuse me,” she murmurs as if knowing to clear the room. She’s leavi
XENDAYA. The following day, I'm allowed to return to my quarters, a place in which I have only spent my first night. But there have already been considerable changes made here. The bedding is now dark green, and the floor also is covered with a deep green rug. Sheer curtains are hanging from the windows and there are several gold ornaments. Is it his doing? I’m still angry and resentful of him and all I want to do is- ‘Kill him, yes we know,’ Shayara cuts in. ‘I think he’s regretful-’ ‘Are you siding with him now?’ She’s quiet, but I can sense her hesitation. ‘No, I just think he regretted his actions…’ ‘Regret doesn’t bring my hair back, regret doesn’t take away the pain I experienced.’ I say harshly, my eyes flashing, making the slave women accompanying me exchange looks of fear. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d think you are somehow beginning to have a soft spot for him.’ ‘No, I just…’ she sighs, seeming confused and slinks away to a far corner of my mind and I try to calm my
XENDAYA. The sun is shining through the window as, yet another morning dawns. The weather seems to have improved in the last few days, and it doesn’t seem as hot anymore, but it is still very warm. ‘Is that really not a dream?’ Shayara moans as memories of last night swim in my mind. I’m unable to remove the images of last night from my head. She’s jealous, but I don’t understand why she would be. Agnarr can rot in hell. I don’t want him, nor do I want his hands on me. ‘But his hands seem to hold some magic.’ Shayara protests. I wish to stay in bed but I am unable to when my three ladies-in-waiting enter. I know they’re slaves but the more time I spend with them; I am unable to address them or see them as slaves. “Good morning my lady, the King has ordered for you to dine with him today,” Karza says as she opens the sheer curtains that hang around the bed. ‘Not bathe?’ Shayara says almost unhappily. ‘We were burned to the doors of hell the last time we bathed together.’ I remi
AGNARR. She was there last night, and I had seen her watching as I went for a little distraction down in one of the halls of my harem. I had half expected her to turn and storm away but she had not… Yet it intrigued me that she had been turned on by it. I gave her a little show and I’m sure what the boys were doing also caught her attention. I smirk as her eyes widen at my words and she tries to push my hand away, but I’m stronger and her body is reacting very differently than her actions to push me away. Her scent is enticing, the pull that I feel to her is intense. I can hear the pounding of her heart, the way her breasts are rising and falling, the outline of her hardened nipples… Touching her is different… and even though she is wearing what many women here wear, the effect she has on me is extremely different. She is an extremely beautiful woman, one that I want to try and enjoy. I trail my hand up between her thighs and her eyes flash as she grips my wrist, stopping me in
XENDAYA. A few hours have passed, and I have been locked in my room all this time. I’m frustrated and agitated and I hate feeling so helpless! ‘Calm down, he is only taking care of us,’ Shayara murmurs. She’s bored too. We were never the type to just stay home and be locked inside. That is something Morwenna would be ok with as long as she had a good book. ‘I don’t know about that. I’m not a useless treasure that needs protecting! Goddess, this man!’ ‘He fixed our hair,’ Shayara reminds me. ‘Why do I feel you are on his side and not mine?’ I ask as I look down at my hair. ‘Of course not!’ she protests. ‘I am you, so I am on your side.’ ‘Mhmm.’ I shake my head, examining my hair. It’s beautiful, I can’t deny that, but it doesn’t mean I hate him any less. And the cheek to ask me if I wanted to hump after! What the fuck does he take me for? Hump! He can go hump a cushion like the dog he is! ‘We are closer to dogs than dragons.’ Shayara inputs extremely unhelpfully. ‘Did you ju