Arthur My heart stops beating in my chest. I freeze in my spot, the guards still blocking my view even as I watch Levi going into his own corner. "What is he doing in here?" I ask, a complete disregard for discretion on my part. I didn't mean to say it, but now I have to stick by it because they're looking at me with a strange expression that's bordering on suspicion. "Owen . . . is he going to fight too? Who are these fucking people?" I fully expected the guards to not say anything and leave me rambling there, but to my utter surprise, they just look behind them as though to check what I was talking about. "Owen will not be fighting," he says. "The others who will be fighting here are criminals like you are. They're here to get a chance to leave too." I keep quiet. I wait there, listening to the sounds of chaos from outside, particularly from above. There are so many people now, it seems. There are chants going on now too. The sound is echoing in my actual chest, and all I can d

ArthurKill or die. That's the only thing on my mind now. I know that I shouldn't be participating in this game. I know that I'm not some sort of pawn that these fuckers can just watch die for their entertainment. But my god, Levi is making that hard to internalize right now.I charge right at him, shaking my head at the fact that I know I tried to avoid this first. But of course, trust him to make that difficult.On the other side of the field, he takes a javelin from his weapon stash. He holds it up, ready to shoot it straight at me just as I raise my spear to meet his.And like an absolute joke, we both throw our weapons at the same time.I tuck and roll out of the way, landing with one knee planted on the ground. Meanwhile, Levi just narrowly avoided my hit. He ducks, but he loses balance and ends up falling forward. If it wasn't for the timely prompting of his arms, he would have broken his entire face.He gets up, and with that, he looks at me. There's something in his expressi

Arthur My blood goes cold. I swallow hard, thinking of what to say, but my mouth is completely dry and my throat is closing up. I want to assure Levi that I won’t leave him here, but he’s looking at me like he’s daring me to say those words just so he could reject them completely. So instead of talking it through with him and risking any rejection, I lift him up to his knees and very carefully start to chip away at the piece of rock lodged inside his body. Thankfully, the rock is easy to chip off, as it seems to be made of hardened mud instead of actual stone. I manage to clip it down close to his body so it won’t move or damage anything inside him. He kept groaning and screaming the entire time, and I just had to close my hearing so that I wouldn’t hear it and experience the pain of seeing him go through it. When I’m done, I take him into my arms, not caring about how weird it could look or what he has to say, and it seems that he still has a lot to say. As though to prove my poi

AryaMy heart leaps with joy. It’s something that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever, and I can feel it spreading all over me like a warm ray of sunshine. A smile appears on my face, and I look at Arthur.“He’s awake,” I whisper, and even I have to notice the sheer relief in my voice. “He’s alright. He made it. . . .”Arthur smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead. “I know, and I’m happy. Now go talk to him okay?”I nod, and with that I go with Nancy, who suits me up with a protective layer of clothing before we go inside.They have converted the infirmary room into a real hospital room. There are machines beeping everywhere, and there are also potions emitting sweet smelling steam somewhere in the room. There are some tools laying around, but the only thing that catches my attention is Levi lying down on the bed, his pillows fluffed up to prop him up into a sitting position.His face is pale, and his hair is slicked back over his handsome face with sweat. I can tell th

AryaMy mouth goes dry at the sight of Arthur.He closes the distance between us, getting on top of me and taking both of my hands before putting them over my head.His lips are urgent on mine, intent on devouring. I can feel his hardness against my thighs. His hungry mouth travels down to my neck and on my collar bones, lower down to my breasts. When his warm mouth closes over my nipple, I almost explode. He sucks it, his tongue sweeping over it until I feel feverish. I close my eyes, not even aware that he let go of my hands until he starts to squeeze my other breast.He pulls his head away from my nipple and begins to suck the other. My hips are moving on their own. I'm so wet I can feel myself dripping on the sheets.I bury my hand in his hair, moaning loudly. But he's not done with me, cause before I knew it, his lips are traveling lower again. Until his face is between my legs. Lucien grabs my thighs and pries them apart. Then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue on my wet core