[THIS STORY WILL BECOME FREE ON THE 5th OCTOBER 2023]
Fara's husband, the Prince of Azura, is murdered and she's enslaved by his killer, Theodan, a warrior fighting a war he doesn't believe in - until her.
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The female recoiled in horror at his command. Then she tried to hide it - though not very well.
No matter. He would have her stripped of her garments if necessary. She was his to do with as he pleased, whether she had yet acknowledged this fact or not. Similarly, he didn't require her assistance to undress. For his own childish amusement, he merely wanted to see how she would react to such a task.
Focussing on the sound of her soft, quick breaths, he moved his eyes down to her full mouth. Her lips were plump and a deep rose pink, succulent cushions of flesh he desired wrapped around his cock as soon as possible. Her light golden skin would certainly look better scrubbed clean, and even better a few shades paler. He wondered the colour it would take if she were to spend a few seasons in Northern Leoth, under cloud and tree cover instead of being exposed to the burning sun of an Azuran sky.
Dotted at random intervals across her smooth skin were brown markings; small circular nubs of flesh he wished to taste on his tongue. How would she taste he wondered? Her blood would be sweet, he knew that from the first. He could smell it from here. The skin of her flesh would have the faintest taste of fruit he suspected, heady wine to his dry, hungry tongue.
She hadn't moved to do as he bid and it irritated him. Would she ever obey him as he bid her? Would he always have to command her more than once? She was afraid, he could sense that. But then, she had lived in panic and terror for the last few moon rises.
Suddenly, a surprising, unbidden flash of guilt stabbed at him. What had she been like happy and at peace? Smiling with joy. A sigh of pleasure and contentment. He had taken all of that away from her and it frustrated him that he appeared to care. He saw her eyes again as they had been as he'd slain her prince. Wide golden orbs filled with terror and pain.
'He was an honourable prince,' he heard himself say.
Her eyes flashed bright, burning again like hot gold. She looked momentarily confused by his words.
'He fought and died for his people,' Theodan continued. 'A lesser prince would have saved himself. A smarter prince would have run from battle, a battle he had no hope of winning.'
Her features hardened. 'Never. Gal - Prince Galyn would have never run from battle," she told him, a fiery heat to her voice. 'He was respected by all of Azura. He was the smartest and most noble of all the princes of Ethis and he was no coward.' There was a valiant lift to her chin which quickened his pulse.
In fact, she spoke the truth. Her prince had charged him after only a moment's hesitation. He'd taken in the sight of Theodan before him, twin swords in hand, raised in battle, and accepted his fate with a stunning degree of valour. Azurian's were proud and brave after all, and she and her beloved prince were the very demonstrations of it. Ethis had long worshipped the Golden Realm for the stories of its noble and brave warriors. Tales of glorious battles aided by the goddess herself who had ensured Azura's prosperity for hundreds of years. Less prosperous realms had sought to subvert its riches and successes, waiting patiently for its downfall. Others, like Leoth, had attempted to quicken its end. He cast his eyes down, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the guilt she made him feel.
