August 13, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell,Capital of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katharina BlackOdeya woke with a start from a very scandalous dream involving a certain prince. She looked around searching for the source of the sound that disturbed her but it was near impossible in the dimly lit room. The sun was still asleep beneath the clouds and torches still burned brightly in the castle.Suddenly, a cold feeling crept up her spine. One she got when she was being watched and she turned around a little too late as a hand grabbed her mouth and placed a dagger on her neck.Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened even though she couldn't see much. She took a step back and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to defend herself but her attack was cut short when he spoke."Do anything stupid and the princess dies." He said in the tongue of the far islands. Her mother was from the far lands and she was unfortunate enough to have been kidnapped and sold to Odeya's cr

August 13, 1345. Stormhold Castle, The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos. Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton He watched the sun rise over the busy town of Rothwell and felt a certain level of peace wash over him. All was still well and he would do all in his power to keep it that way. The previous night had been somewhat enjoyable for him, well up until Lord Igneo was found dead that is. He had rushed to the sanatorium forgetting his mission that night and groaned in frustration when he had finally remembered. He recalled the look on her face when he had presented her with the bow and it brought a feeling to him that he hadn't felt in a while. He didn't know why he did it but when he had noticed her admiring the bow earlier, he really wanted to get it for her. He had hoped to deliver it anonymously but he decided against that, knowing that the easiest way to get under her defenses was to give her himself. If she had been faking everything that they had talked about then

August 17, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Princess Alyn Midika TuttonShe walked quickly in the cover of the darkness of the early morning before sunrise. Under her thick woolen cloak, she still shivered and her heart almost bled when she wondered how Alicia, no Odeya, would be faring.The poor girl was just a pawn in a game she didn't mean to get involved in. Alyn could only envy her strength. Carrying that kind of fear in her heart and playing her role perfectly would not have been easy but she managed to pull it off. Alyn wondered if the girl had known war because one would not be able to relay such terrible news calmly. She had known war and she had known how it felt to be so near death's doors. She had watched it claim the life of her oldest brother, Henrik. They weren't so close so she hadn't felt the brunt of his death so harshly like Nicolas and her Father had.She thanked God for making her a woman. At least she could deal with her p

August 17, 1345.Stormhold Castle,The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos.Prince Nicolas Alexander TuttonHe stared into the fire that burned in the grate as he sipped a dark rum from his cup. The weather was far too hot for a fire but he didn't care. Watching the flames helped him stay calm but today only the sound of her voice rejecting him resounded in his head over and over again."Argh!" He yelled throwing the cup into the flames.Why did he believe that she would love him too? She was attracted, yes, but love? How could he have been so stupid?'You've always treated her like a criminal.' His conscience scolded, 'How could you expect her to love you?'He slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Odeya." He said her name as a whisper.She had risked losing her mother by telling them of the war lying just outside their gates but his traitorous mind refused to see past her rejection.He hated the internal battle raging in his mind. The answer should have been clear but the devil o

September 30, 1345.Lliw Village,The city of Tyrene, The Wine center of Myknos.Lady Odeya Katarina BlackShe wiped the sweat from her head with the back of her hand and looked all around her. Women worked tirelessly stomping on grapes and other berries for wine while the men slaved away weeding and trimming the large vineyard. Half of those men she knew to be mercenaries hired by her father.It had been a month since the Harvest Festival and they hadnt still attacked. The tension kept her on her toes and she was sure that was the how he wanted them to feel. They had come in the tens and now the village was crawling with them. Few of them bothered to lie low and do menial jobs but the others settled for drinking in the pubs and causing trouble. More than once, the Knights had to stop it from getting serious. How hadn't their presence been reported yet, she didn't know but she suspected the Lord of Tyrene was in on it. She watched them from the shadows, seeing those they could buy o