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47 - Meetings

Auteur: Rosie Griffin
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-20 02:31:02

Thade’s POV

We’re a twelve day run out from the capital, heading North to the border of Boren. Ironically in the lands held by the Duke of Nix. My own land covers one side of a sweeping mountain covered in thick forest, Madder. But on the sweeping slopes the stretch down into a glacial valley and a sparkling river, it’s Nix. There are less natural defenses between Nix and Boren, so the Dukes charged with protecting Illure have spent generations building towers, reinforcing their castle and stre
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    The hand was calloused, smelling of stale tobacco and the metallic bite of a blade. I froze, my back pressed against the door I had just slammed shut against Thade, the wood still vibrating with the echoes of my stubbornness. The cold air from the window, the one I had left unlatched, brushed against my ankles like a ghost, a silent warning I had been too angry to heed. ‘Don’t scream, you Majesty,’ the voice rasped, hot and wet against the shell of my ear, knocking my glasses out of place. ‘We just need to bring the King under control, before the country goes to the wolves.’ Panic flared, sharp and blinding, hot enough to singe the edges of my vision. It was a suffocating weight, but it was quickly swallowed by a flash of magic that pulsed in my vision as a thick, muddy brown aura. He was trying to spell me. A binding tether, perhaps, or a silencing weave? My mind raced through the options, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my breathing to shallow, co

  • The Bride Wore Blood   52 - Arrangements

    I walk away from Tim, telling myself that I’m overreacting. That he wasn’t too close and I must have imagined him trying to touch my hair. I stroke the strands back into place, tucking them behind my ear. By the time I’ve reached the end of the corridor, I’ve managed to calm my heart rate. It was just a misunderstanding, Tim’s worried about me the same way that Rune is. Some time outside the Palace would be good, before I lose my mind and see shadows where they don’t exist.I’m so caught in my thoughts that I enter the bedroom without thinking. For the second time in minutes, I’m caught by surprise. Faced with the huge shadow of a man before me. My heart stills for a second before thundering hard. Thade. He stands up from where he’s been reading beside the fireplace. The vast room stretching endlessly between us. ‘Good evening,’ he acknowledges me with a brief nod, one that I return.‘Good evening.’‘I had expected your return much sooner,’ he explains, voice low as he watches me, gr

  • The Bride Wore Blood   51 - Captured

    After a long afternoon in the Solarium, I retreat before dinner away from the public spaces of the Palace where the Court exists. Glasses fixed in place as I navigate the magic laden walls and corridors. I dismissed Rune for the evening, knowing how tired she was for a day standing at my side in the baking heat. Besides, along all the corridors the guards dog my steps with Maggie and Rosa trailing behind me, their own steps heavy.I climb the stairs to the Royal Suite slowly, dread pooling in my stomach at the thought of another encounter with Thade. I grip the handrail, grimacing as a splinter slides into my palm. Pre-occupied, I pick at the sliver of wood as I trail through the corridors, walking straight into a solid wall of muscle. I stumble, but before I can find my footing, heavy hands clamp onto my shoulders, anchoring me in place. I look up into the dark, unblinking eyes of Timian.‘I’m so sorry - I wasn’t looking,’ I stammer, my breath catching as his grip tightens just a fra

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  • The Bride Wore Blood   48 - Blight

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  • The Bride Wore Blood   39 - Beautiful

    ‘Yes…’ it’s a low and guttural agreement. Thade watches me, eyes dark with consideration before he reaches down and unfastens his breeches. His movements are deft and assured as he casts away the fabric that covered his most intimate areas. He’s left bare before me, stretched out on the bed. The be

  • The Bride Wore Blood   38 - The Power of Touch

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  • The Bride Wore Blood   37 - Lay My Armour Down

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  • The Bride Wore Blood   36 - Hurt

    Thade’s POVEverytime I look at Lana it’s so easy to forget all of the things that she has done and said. Even now, with so many accusations thrown at my feet, I look down into those pale green eyes and my anger wavers. Kilak keeps winning over control of my actions. The wolf is never far enough be

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