Arawa had never felt so humiliated and decapitated at the same time in a day as this one. She could not believe what was happening at the moment and actually was beginning to feel cold and full of regrets. She should have never given herself up, yes , she should have run. As far away from the village as her legs could carry her. Her legs still hurt and there were a couple of scraped flesh down there. The barbarian had tied her with an extended rope all the way through the journey, neither caring about her or if she was keeping up just fine with his pace. She had expected that since they wanted to be allies with her people, at least, they might treat her with a tipsy bit of respect. Instead, she had to be dragged like an animal; like the wild dogs caught in the forest around Wuwa. These men were evil and to her best of reasoning and definitions, they were the total opposite of what humanity stands for. She had however done her best to contain her pain and followed through with every tr
"Arawa? ", he said, pronouncing her name ever so sweetly. She had never heard her name pronounced in such a smooth way before that reached the depths of her soul. He turned around and faced her, calling her name again as though to confirm if he had gotten it right, Arawa nodded slowly even as she felt nauseous. "It's got a nice ring to it, maybe you could tell me what it means ", he said, approaching her and stopping just where the end of her line was. Arawa sincerely prayed that he would not begin poking into the meaning of her name for even she too was ashamed of the meaning. He brought down the bowl and pushed it towards her, to where she could reach. Arawa with the flash of lightning rushed towards it and grabbed the food bowl. It smelt really nice and inviting, so she started eating. Whatever it was, this was simply nice. She had never tasted anything like it before, not in her entire life. He chuckled and rose up, the blanket still slung across his shoulders. She looked worrie
No, no way in the whole freaking world would she bring shame upon herself by letting this barbarian feast his eyes on her sacred womanhood. Of their own volition, Arawa's hands wrapped themselves around her. Her eyes never left him however as a scowl appeared on her face. She was going to fight this one out and if need be and it came to her death, she would gladly die knowing that she preserved her dignity as a princess of Wuwa. It was obvious to her what the barbarian wanted to do, his eyes never leaving her as they began slowly leaving her eyes, sliding down her body. His looks felt like caresses, spreading through her body like a cold shower, Arawa had never felt such electrification from aman before. Even those times she was staring or rather spying on Bron, it had never felt this way nor this good. She was losing her mind obviously; whatever enchantment he had used on her, she needed to get out of it. In her head at the moment, there were conflicting thoughts, a part of her told
He felt really angry as he left her dungeon. The woman sure did have some nerve and had a way of sending him over the edge of anger. He was one who knew how the way around people, especially women but this particular woman ticked him off. She had a way of keeping his mind at unrest with those manipulative eyes of hers. He had expected that she would have taken a hint of that which he was capable of when she had eventually given him her name. But instead, she had the nerves to hold out on him. He gave the orders here and his word was gold. If he was not a benevolent master, he would have left her to her stinky self, although then he might not be able to fully appreciate the gift of nature through her. He had been nice enough to offer her a bath and she resisted, injuring one of his brother's servants in the process. She was savage but he would tame her and show her that he had remedy for savagery. As he stepped out angrily, he had soldiers guard the entrance, demanding that they make s
This apparently would be termed one of the greatest embarrassment any mortal man would face. To them, the frustration of their members not rising to say hello when needed was too much. It could bring their morale down and cause whispers if their female counterpart notices. Luckily for Brian, his female companion at the moment had not noticed thanks to his swift maneuvering. He was not going to stress it however as he knew within him that there was nothing he could do about the situation at hand. His mind was preoccupied with the princess of Wuwa as she had successfully taken over his mind. He only needed her at the moment if he was going to be able to perform again. He needed a decoy and found something. He muttered something about having forgotten all about his prisoner and quickly started dressing up."Fuck!!! The Wuwa prisoner... How could it slip away from my mind ", he said loudly. He was fixing his undergarments when he asked the woman to rise. From the pink blush on her cheeks
He could see her strength which had been earlier drained from her returning to her eyes as he kept giving her the soup. Soon, Brian noticed that her heavy eyelids had lightened and color returned to her cheeks . Either way though, she was still weak. She stared at him with those alluring eyes of hers for a while before shifting her gaze to the cup of water. She wanted water obviously, he noted and quickly brought the cup to her lips. She rushed it's content causing her a coughing fit that brought tears to her eyes. Easy now, he thought as he patted her back until she had calmed down a bit, bow she looked exhausted. He noticed that her eyes were rather red and had this swollen presentation. He had seen it earlier but had dismissed it as signs of starvation but now, he knew better. She had been crying before. Brian felt guilt stabbed as he knew he had been the reason for her tears. But then, she had been too strong headed and disobedient. He brought her another of the soup but she was h
Their gates closed behind them and Brian sighed. For a brief moment though, it did cross his mind to question exactly what he was doing by assisting his brother to begin the massacre of the royal family. The very same royal family had been out there fighting their wars. No, he never wanted to fight their wars, it had been his father's punishment upon him for his past mistake. Thus for once in his life, he was actually part of something bigger. Adrian might have a whole lot of ruthlessness hidden up his sleeves, but Brian had seen him with his soldiers. Aside from his usual outbursts and games, he could tell very well that he was adored by these men. There was this admiration for him in their eyes that so marvels him, he had never seen that look towards their father from his soldiers. There was also no way he was going to sit by and watch his only blood sibling (for he suspected his father might have offspring scattered around the country) go into war. He was going to support him and i
She had slept for a really long time and by the time she was up, the sunlight was already making its way by forcing entry through the window. This was something else really, as she could not understand where the light was coming from. Arawa had to wake up quickly as the thought that the dungeon had been set on fire with her in it was the very first on her mind. She woke up with a start and had no idea she was actually shackled to the bed. The pull nearly broke the bones of her wrist that she had to flinch and wait for the pain to calm down. She registered her surroundings, it was oddly familiar. This was because she had been tied up to a corner in the room the night before, so it took some time before she actually understood where she was. It was the room of that guy who had been brutalizing her. So, it had not been a dream then, the time she envisioned him carrying her from the cave and also washing her up and feeding her; it had actually been real all through. That means, he had see