Lyra's RevelationLyra POVLyra pressed both hands against the icy window stone, staring down upon the long tent lines that had come to clutter the valley in one night. Kael's men, going about everywhere, like ants at a picnic-type thing, but you know, with a bit of murder. That was setting her powers tingling at the very edge. A slight effort, and her power caught the unpleasantness from the camp oozing out, the ordinary badness that soldiers carried with them, but this was something different. Too familiar with this fact, she compared it to déjà vu, except instead of wanting to smile, it gave her the urge to throw up.As Marcus shifted behind her, God, that warmth was preventing her teeth from chattering. Ever since the mate bond snapped, she could almost taste his worry. Not good. Not today.She jabbed her finger toward the thickest knot of dark tents in the center. "There. It's coming from there. Very strong there."He frowned, his visage full of concern and covered with stubble.
Lyra's RevelationLyra POVLyra pressed both hands against the icy window stone, staring down upon the long tent lines that had come to clutter the valley in one night. Kael's men, going about everywhere, like ants at a picnic-type thing, but you know, with a bit of murder. That was setting her powers tingling at the very edge. A slight effort, and her power caught the unpleasantness from the camp oozing out, the ordinary badness that soldiers carried with them, but this was something different. Too familiar with this fact, she compared it to déjà vu, except instead of wanting to smile, it gave her the urge to throw up.As Marcus shifted behind her, God, that warmth was preventing her teeth from chattering. Ever since the mate bond snapped, she could almost taste his worry. Not good. Not today.She jabbed her finger toward the thickest knot of dark tents in the center. "There. It's coming from there. Very strong there."He frowned, his visage full of concern and covered with stubble.
The Evil Atrocity Was RevealedWith his fingers on the cold chill of the stone rim, Marcus clung to the doorframe of the deserted tower. Dawn light poured over the countryside, tinting the heavens a crimson gold. Lyra could feel the storm brewing in his mind with their completed mate bond; the memories he had kept for so long erupting like venom from an open wound."Tell me," she gasped, then hurried to stand next to his side.Marcus's face turned. "You don't have to listen. "Lyra slipped her hand into his and fixed her own over it on the windowsill, saying, "I want to hear it all. " Marcus, we are connected now. Regardless of whether you share them with me or not, your recollections are mine; your pain is mine.She felt his defenses break apart with her connection. Honesty was called for in their relationship, not just the basic facts but also the unpleasant secrets that shaped their character.Closing his eyes, Marcus started to see Lyra via his memories.It all started when Prince
Intimacy between Marcus and Princess LyraDust and ancient years' odour weighted down the vacant tower chamber. As Lyra stood and waited, moonlight seeped through shattered shutters and threw silver patterns on the stone floor. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as the footsteps came towards the little stairs behind.Marcus stood in the doorway, his face serious but his eyes blazing in the faint illumination. Rising from the Great Hall, his doublet was yet fastened to his appropriate clothes. Their relationship pulsed more strongly now that she had expressed her remarks openly a few hours before.He told her, "You're insane," but his tone was more of awe than of rage."Happily. " Lyra strode toward him, her bare feet silent on the cold stones. Do you regret it?Marcus grasped her hands as she stretched them in front of him, his fingers interlaced with hers. "How could I regret the most beautiful moment of my life? "Their relationship caught fire when they touched. Lyra could sense
Lyra's RebellionTense expectancy permeated the Great Hall as the lords and ladies seated themselves at the lengthy tables. With her shoulders as hard as rock, Lyra settled one of the high table chairs next to her father. The official banquet had been called to discuss "matters of succession and alliance", code words that knotted her stomach.From his chair, Lord Harwick raised his wine cup. He was a thick guy with thinning hair and delicate fingers that had never touched a sword's hilt. His eyes consumed Lyra with the hungry expression of a merchant checking prized items.Harwick started, his voice echoing down the hallway, "Your Majesty, my country grows the best grain in the northern regions, and my funds might support this conflict for years to come.King Aldwin grinned warmly. "Your loyalty is recognized, Lord Harwick. "Harwick's gaze met Lyra's: "I give marriage to your daughter, a union that would provide bread for your armies and gold for your coffers. "Murmurs ran across th
Suspicion in the packageMarcus sneered at the practice dummy, his sword hanging loosely in his grasp. As he tried to concentrate on the drill Captain Willem had given him, the straw man's painted face grinned back at him with a growl. His pack, five knights who had traveled out of the Northern peaks with him, honed their daily drill with wooden swords that clicked into leather shields."Marcus! " The voice of Sir Lucas snapped him from his trance. "Your guard is down. "Marcus looked up to see his lieutenant approaching him; a wrinkle deepened his furrowed brow. Having ridden for Marcus's father previously, the aged knight vowed his loyalty to the son, and his senses were akin to those of an animal."Just lost in thought on strategy," Marcus said to him, still wielding his sword's guard.Lucas said softly, "Defense strategy that makes you forget the basics? "You've been distant for the last couple of days. Distracted. The men are starting to worry. "Marcus examined the training yard