The few days that followed were overbearing. I cooked all morning, served the men who kept asking to bed me and seemed to revel in seeing me flush. I had little or no time to rest for after the meals, we would move further on the roads for we were out of the forests by the second day. I didn't have the liberty of riding on a horse for the General kept my hands tied to his horse. Another one of his 'precautions'. I was beginning to think of ways to murder the man. I fell on my face most of the time during the long journey everything his horse moved faster and he never turned to apologize. Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Cha

I awoke to the scent of vetiver, musky wood and cinnamon. I scowled without opening my eyes. I was in his bedroll, inhaling his scent. I resisted the urge to bury my nose in the bedroll. Unlike Gawain, the man smelled like man. It was too much of an intoxication. The musk did strange things to my insides and I jumped out of the bedroll without a second thought. I looked around. It was bright. Really bright. No jar of water today, eh? I looked back at the bedroll and as usual, there was a new set of clothes there for me to wear. I ignored it. Not after what he did yesterday. I'd stay stinky if I had too. I would take nothing more from the man. Maybe if I could ask Nyx... I touched my right arm. It was perfect fine. No longer sore. My stomach rumbled harshly and I doubled over, knees suddenly feeling weak. I was so hungry. I pulled my tattered stolen boots on and trudged out of the tent, hunting for Nyx first before food. It wasn't difficult to locate her. Every ni

Dameon I could still taste his blood and fear on my tongue. It was exquisite. Inexplicable power thrummed in my veins with every Fae I'd drunk from. It was ecstasy. My euphoria. The man in me wept for the dead. A fool he was, refusing to let us be one. We shared my body and I longed to drown his constant bickering and pleas out but I found that regardless of how drunk and high I might be with Fae blood, there was no drowning him. I hated him for he was weak. I hated him for he was fair. I hated him for he was kind. I hated him for he was me. He made me hesitate before a kill. Made me want to make death swift and less painful. Made me want to forego my hunger and lust. He made me want to weep after I killed. Why should I? They were but puny things before me. The weak die. The strong live. I was strong. No Fae could equal my strength. I was the Draekien after all. The Dark Faery. I stopped being human the moment I drove a blade in the lad's heart to stop his incessant c

The pain I felt lessened only enough for me to hear them converse within themselves. "Ragna, what did she say?" There was panic in it's voice. "Brother, it would seem she called for the Bastard General." "The--" There was a sudden thud and the pain in my head vanished. A horrible screech followed afterwards and hissing and sizzles. The fog still blocked my sight but I could make out the scent of burning flesh. More screeching and sizzling. The screams grew so intense I felt my ears would bleed. Then there was silence. I closed my eyes, willing my ragged breaths to calm. I was in pain. All over. I felt arms around me and I nearly screamed on instinct but I calmed when the scent of man, cinnamon and musky wood filled my nostrils. I shuddered when he scooped me into his arms and I clutched the sleeve of his shirt tightly. I whimpered as he brought me closer to his chest and the whimpers turned to soft sobs. "You left me." I sobbed, unabl

I looked up from the book i was reading, a fable Vivi had given me to pass time with when i got bored. His Majesty's Bride, it was named. It spoke of the love between the first Fae the goddess Luna had created and his mate. I sighed, dropping the book on the table that stood close to the hearth. "Who is it?" "'Tis I. Amilie." "Oh." I unlocked the door and set it ajar for her. She came in bearing a pile of clothing and... things in her hand. "Why Amilie? I have enough clothes in my armoire. Why... this? And isn't it too early? The feast isn't until tonight." She placed the heap on my bed and turned to look at me with huge brown eyes. I tilted my head and observed her carefully. "Where are Nori, Cleta and Snowdrop?" "They bring fairydust." "What?" She waved her hand to dismiss the question and pointed at the bathroom. "I already had a bath Amilie." "Nay. 'Tis different. Ken ye not thy skin is a little dry? We