She leant towards him, cuddling up against him with her high breasts tightened in her bodice and drew him closer by the lapels of his shirt. For a split second, their lips touched, then Reive moved back, pushing the witch away. At first, there was confusion in Livia’s eyes, but then, when she realized he had spurned her once again – outright fury, “What are you...” she began to say, but suddenly, she had a fit of coughing. She grasped her throat, swallowing repeatedly in torment.
Suddenly she turned a completely different look on the necromancer. Fearful. Her eyes were now full of bewilderment and disbelief.
Reive smiled. Yeah, he liked seeing Livia Rendan look like this.
“You’re correct, Your Grace,” he said calmly, seating himself in the armchair that she had occupied. “You’re feeling how the curse is coursing through your body, aren’t you? Because you’re Firel’s strongest necromancer! I&r
At a certain moment, the zombie heard the order. His master pulled invisible threads through space, making the dead man come to him from wherever he was.Zomzom didn’t object. In any case, there was even some rudimentary feeling resembling curiosity inside him. Like a dandelion root: if you pull the plant up, it won’t disappear. A tiny root will remain deep in the earth’s womb, and eventually, the hard-bitten sprout will rise again.Now, the zombie felt the itch of this underdeveloped undead curiosity sprout inside him.What did his master call him for? Maybe he’d finally feed him somebody’s yummy finger?Last time, he’d brought a tongue. Unfortunately, the zombie couldn’t eat it.Zomzom tossed the strange organ about in his mouth. He munched a couple of times and closed his mouth again. It seemed like he was happy all the same that things had worked out like this.The closer he came to the place his
The boy continued croaking, while slowly standing up.Zomzom cocked his head to one side, vividly remembering what it meant not to be able to say anything. Now he was staring from side to side, watching his master do magic. He liked watching the twilight magic begin to move like a living being, obeying every wish of its creator.Now, this ‘living being’ kept getting scarier. Zomzom couldn’t remember its name, seeing vague images from the past and trying to remember something very important that would explain what was happening around him.Suddenly, in a flash of enlightenment, a picture began emerging before his eyes like an old puzzle.Jake Eridanus Castro-Firel. The King of Aldenor. He ascended the throne thirty-five years before Reive. The crown went to him, though not by inheritance. The Eridanus genus was a side branch in the royal genealogy tree. However, Jake was lucky. His second cousin died without any children or direct heirs.
By lunch time, I had finally got myself out of bed. I was brought breakfast and lunch right into my room, about which I was incredibly surprised, confused and, frankly speaking, happy. I was a real lover of hearty meals. Especially since I’d rarely had the chance to please my stomach with fried tomatoes in prawn sauce, freshly baked bread with sunflower seeds, and freshly squeezed dragonfruit juice. This was only the first part of the meal! I even thought that the eggplant omelet with spicy sausages, flavored pastry and an orange mousse were for two people. For Reive and me. However, it turned out Earl Eridanus had breakfast long ago.The same thing at lunch. Again, I was happier than ever. It turned out a potter’s adopted daughter needed so little to be happy – only a couple of buns and a plate of delicious food. Good that Reive didn’t see me. He’d have thought me a hungry village hick.Anyway, in the afternoon, I finally came to myself.
We did indeed run away. At some point, Reive did an about-face, pretending to have a splitting headache after doing magic, and carried me away.The thing was, none of the guests dared to say a word. On the contrary, They told us both to rest and get outdoors as much as possible. Therefore, Reive promised to do that right away.As we left the castle, the sun was already beginning to set, but the necromancer looked happy. As if a picnic at night was exactly what he wanted. He had a suede backpack with two bottles of wine and fruit over his shoulder. Just like a few days ago, when we arrived at Firel. This time, Reive promised we wouldn’t ride horses.We set out of the castle on foot, enjoying the evening sun and the soft breeze caressing our skin. I so much wanted to find out what curse had been put on me and what was happening to Duchess Rendan. And how Reive was helping her and where this black magic could have come from. But I just watched the necromancer
This thought flashed in my head like lightning, dispersing gloomy clouds of naivety and worry. Fear. Only hunger remained. It only grew with each second.I slowly undid his shirt. Button by button, sliding my palms through the shirt to his body, burning myself with the flame of his skin. Tormented by the desire to taste it.Fixing my eyes on him, I unhurriedly bent down and touched his neck with my lips.So hot…I closed my eyes, shooting out my tongue and licking the smooth prominent flame of his body.It was the end. I was falling somewhere deep down, and I liked it.I slid down him with my lips. Slowly. So intoxicatingly slowly it seemed like every nerve string was about to break.I embraced him, burying my hands behind his broad back, unknowingly digging into the hard muscles with my little nails. I moved my lips over the axis of his chest, not quite realizing what I was doing. Moving
Reive opened his eyes long before dawn. He was laying and looking into the deep vault of the cave, shifting his gaze from one crystal spike to another. The mellow light of the magic lanterns calmed him, tuning his mood.The necromancer turned his head, his glance sliding over the unclothed girl. He wasn’t afraid she would be cold. It was warm here, and it would have been hard to freeze in his arms. He felt unusually fine this night but morning was coming, and soon, he would have to get dressed, get up and say something.Reive didn’t want to. He didn’t want to at all.He might have felt guilty but he didn’t. He might have felt like the scum of the earth because he had used the girl to a certain extent. However, he wasn’t going to be tormented by pangs of conscience. When it came to it, they both wanted it.Faint echoes of guilt deep down in the necromancer’s loins tortured him. He himself didn’t understand why it w
Angelina lowered her eyes, a blush appearing on her cheeks. The kind he liked.Reive came up to her, having a strange feeling that the ground under his feet was giving way. He forced a smile and took her hand, “Let’s go. I have something else to show you today.”Angelina just opened her mouth and then closed it. She put her hand into his and headed towards the exit from the cave.The sun met them with a stabbing glare. The necromancer even stopped for a moment, sighing deeply. The wind was blowing pleasantly cool against his skin, the sun was warming the smile on his face. He had a small girl’s hand in his, giving him a strange feeling of fullness in his breast.It seemed like he hadn’t felt so good for a long time.Had he ever felt so good?The court met them without much surprise. As if they’d been there from the very beginning but had just lagged behind the procession.A crowd of nobles was settl
“But she’s still alive. And maybe she’ll recover. No one knows. Reive, please, tell me... Will you be able to heal her?”The girl suddenly stopped and cast such a bright and pure look at him that, at first the necromancer didn’t know how to answer. Should he tell her the truth that he had no plans to cure her? Or to lie?It seemed that Gerhard Ayris was already making plans as if Livia wouldn’t recover. It was quite clear he didn’t care about his fiancée. Earlier when she’d been extremely attractive he’d liked her as a woman. Now, it was much simpler to find another likeable candidate for the throne. Reive wondered if Duchess Billefort was well-born enough. Something told the necromancer she was.“I’ll try, Angel,” Reive answered evasively. “But Livia’s very unlikely to fully recover. The curse she’s been so unlucky to get affects the bones and blood, and causes irre