She did not remember ever being taken to a Dark Mage by her father. “You knew what my father, what Galian did to me, the beatings and torture I was subjected to, and you never lifted a finger to help me. Rhobart thinks I betrayed him, that I have broken our bond. You need to tell Rhobart the truth! But not about my childhood. I don’t want him to know about that.” Not because she was ashamed of what her father did to her, but because she didn’t want Rhobart to know how much she had hated him. “You should not hide what your father did to you. Let Rhobart know. As for telling Rhobart the truth...” the Seer studied her nails for a moment. “He might have a grudge against me. That man can be very stubborn.” Ayla rubbed her temples. “I don’t think I can blame him. Not after what you have told me. What did you do to him?” The Seer chuckled. “Long story. I don’t have time to tell you all about it right now.” Ayla wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. “You got me into this mess with
Ayla watched the owl fly away before replying to Rhobart’s call. “Rhobart! I am here!” “Ayla, I hear you!” She turned on her heels and rushed to find Rhobart. They met somewhere in the middle, Rhobart walking fast, a magic crystal in his left hand and his dagger in his right. Kerra was walking beside him. They stopped in front of each other. Rhobart looked at her with haunted eyes. His throat bobbed. “When you didn’t return, I thought that something had happened to you. I have been looking for you for some time.” His voice shook as he spoke. He put the dagger in the scabbard before pulling Ayla into his embrace. “I thought I saw a white doe and decided to look for it with Kerra. I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She didn’t know why she was lying to him. Rhobart tightened his arms around her. “I was even starting to think that you le— Doesn’t matter. You are here, in my arms.” For the first time since she met Rhobart, she saw fear in his eyes. All because of he
They reached the next camp by nightfall. Ayla looked at the camp. Except for her and the others, it was empty. Three little cabins stood next to the woodshed. As she looked at the cabins, she started to feel nervous. After thirteen years, Rhobart and her would finally complete their bond. She rubbed the scar with her thumb. If Sarya was right and she had magic, she would use it to help defeat the Orcs. Someone put his hands on top of her shoulders, and she tensed. Not someone but Rhobart. “Pick one of the cabins and go inside. I will bring wood and the rest of the things we will need for the night,” Rhobart told her. “Alright,” Ayla said and went to the one next to the woodshed. Kerra followed her inside. A magic crystal was next to the table, and Ayla tapped on it. A yellow light came from it, allowing Ayla to see inside the cabin. The cabin was simply decorated—a single bed, a table with chairs, a fireplace, and a cupboard. Some furs covered the bed. Kerra jumped on the b
Ayla opened the parchment and read. ‘Prince Rhobart Braveheart of the Kingdom of Nordmar, I, princess Ayla Longthorn of the Kingdom of Myrthana, send this to you to inform you I no longer want to be soul-bonded to you. I will have our bond revoked, and my memories of you erased. Please, don’t come looking for me, as I don’t love you and never did. I don’t wish to see you again. Attentively, princess Ayla.’ The handwriting was identical to hers, but she had no recollection of writing it. She put it on the table. “I don’t know. Maybe when my memories return, I can tell you if I was the one to write it or not. The handwriting is mine, but...” Rhobart crushed the parchment in his hand and threw it into the fire. Ayla turned her head in time to see how it burned. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Now we know the truth of what happened.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “For how I treated you, I hope you will truly find it in yourself to forgive me.” “You did nothing wrong. You acted
He pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, curling around hers, while rolling her peaks between his fingers. Her hips rocked gently, feeling his hard cock against her. “Ayla,” he groaned. “If you keep doing that, I might forget about being gentle and fuck you like I wanted to since I first saw your tits through your wet undergarment.” She remembered the way he looked at her when they were bathing in Daya’s cave. She bit her lip. “I want you to fuck me.” He laid her onto her back on the bed. “I have to get you ready first. It will be less painful that way.” How bad could it hurt? Worse than a broken finger? If that was the case, she could endure it. “Show me your pretty cunt,” Rhobart cooed. “My what?” He chuckled. “Open your legs.” Ayla did so. He ran a finger between her folds. “This is a cunt. My cock will go inside it.” She knew. His finger moved up, and he started rubbing that bundle of nerves that made her feel so much pleasure. He leaned in an
Ayla, 7 years old For the last five days, the castle of Myrthana has been buzzing with activity. King Amul, the king of Myrthana, was expecting King Hagen, the king of Nordmar, and his son, Prince Rhobart. King Amul wanted the castle to be spotless for when the guests arrived. The slaves were cleaning room after room while the servants made sure that everything was put back in its place. And if something wasn’t properly cleaned, King Amul made sure to punish the slaves severely. It was morning when Queen Lavia and two servants entered Ayla’s room. After they bathed her, the slaves dressed her in a beautiful yet simple white cotton dress. Her black hair had been brushed and braided into a crown around her head. “Ayla,” her mother said, once Ayla was ready for the visit of King Hagen and Prince Rhobart, “stay in your room until the guests arrive. Don’t leave your room and more importantly, don’t get dirty. If you do, your father will be very displeased with you, and you know how ang
Hours later, when the lesson was over, Ayla was happy to have finished the pink satchel. Grandmother Anza inspected it for a while. “It’s not bad for your first project. You can start something new tomorrow.” “May I go into the garden?” Ayla asked, and her grandmother nodded. Ayla rose from her chair, walked out through the double crystal doors, and entered her garden. She was glad that she had her room on the ground floor, even if the rest of her family slept on the second floor. She spent time in the garden until a servant came to take her to the dining hall. As she passed next to her desk, she smirked, grabbed her slingshot, and hid it in her dress’s pockets. The white marble floor of the dining hall had been so well polished, Ayla could see her reflection in it. Chandeliers with magic crystals hung from the ceiling, the yellowish light illuminating the interior of the hall. A large table was in the middle of the hall, and her family and the guests were already seated around it
The race started well, and it appeared that prince Rhobart was winning, but in the middle of the race, his horse started acting strange. The horse stopped running and tried to throw the prince off the saddle. “Rhobart!” the King of Nordmar said in a loud tone. But the prince did not look at his father as he grabbed the reins hard and tried to calm the horse. Moments later, slaves came running and tried to grab the reins, but the horse became more agitated. Ayla watched, praying that nothing bad would happen to the prince of Nordmar. She breathed easily when the slave grabbed the reins and held the horse. Prince Rhobart got down from the horse, took out a dagger he had at his waist, and cut the saddle’s girths. He threw it on the ground, and he found two briers under it. The prince removed the briers, patted the horse on its neck, and talked to it. “Prince Galian is the winner,” her father said, but no one was looking at the King of Myrthana. They were looking at the King of Nor