"Yes, father," Elizabeth dutifully escorted the commander, but discreetly, her mind was already roaming into incredibly unwomanly places. Ideas of the bulges in men's trousers... As soon as her father would be distracted by other visitors, she'd be pursuing some fun of her own. Her mind wandered back to last month, when she'd persuaded a nice Fae authority, ten years her senior, of the explanation for her getting expelled from the school for girls. Elizabeth wrote of what occurred in her personal journal, which she kept secret in a private trunk in the wall panel of her bedroom, and remembered what she wrote: 'And so, I oversaw the good and fine officer by hand, to the dainty horse stable behind the school. It was my first time interfering with an older man, and finally, here I was, guiding the way and him like an obedient helper. Oh, but what heaven! He discarded his cap, dagger wrap, and his black jacket uniform, which, being wool, was huge and thick. In my hands, I caressed this p
Elizabeth bestowed a wry smile as she hurried into the dining room and took her place at the table. The naughty little whore's cheeks had surged with scarlet color. Shortly, Henry returned and took his seat. On his left was some old elf count who appeared half-asleep. He didn't know the count's name; he was an alchemist magistrate friend of Commander Jefferson, clothed in silver and wearing a left-old-style wig, which had long gone out of fashion. On Lord Henry's right was the young Elizabeth. "I take it you are now properly relieved, my lord?" Elizabeth shyly asked. "Um, yes, thank you, dear," he answered back. The first course was enacted without incident, but Elizabeth was thirsty for something else. Something massive and hard. "You've done so many impressive things for the kingdom, my lord. Words cannot rationalize how much I admire you," she proceeded, complimenting him off the scale. "My dear Elizabeth, you're making me flush indeed," he retorted, smirking and fixing his coa
Wetting her lips, Elizabeth put the earring on her ear and arranged herself beside Lord Henry. She drank the water slowly. Faking a bored look, she then said nothing but was suddenly surprised when a tremendous bang from somewhere resounded loudly enough to bring an unexpected ringing to her ears.Commander Jefferson panicked and ordered his men.Elizabeth’s supernatural hearing was sensitive to those warriors, and the alchemists and even the fairies at her father's banquet were all trying to muffle the noise in their ears; it was an enchanting noise that made them momentarily dizzy, though some of the powerless guests were unaffected somehow. Almost half of the guests were on alert, especially his father's warriors, yet none seems to have changed into their warrior form after all, politicians were everywhere at this banquet and they would not risk it.It was pursued by the crack of breaking glass, yet another fierce bang. Then, within a half-second, a strong growling shout from a mal
Raymond’s opponent thrust his blade forward, only to be met by his. Both swords clashed in the air with a resounding clang from Raymond's blade. The man was a master swordsman. Raymond was tiring, and his head was pounding. He brought a fist to the robber's face, snapping his nose into a grotesque look.With renewed passion, Raymond split his blade back and forth. While his opponent charged with a mighty scream. Raymond swerved to the side in one fluid motion when his enemy swiveled in his direction. He wasn't, after all, an expert swordsman. But he needed to deliver a message to Commander Jefferson, yet the latter was unconscious, so he went to the commander's eldest daughter. Elizabeth.And in that frozen second between the draw and fighting, Elizabeth saw the masked rogue's eyes flick from her to Raymond. Their faces were doubtful, without fear or an invitational scowl. When it comes to the fight, there's no honor, no code. All that matters is triumph, and their foe takes nothing f
"Oh, there you are, Raymond. Has the message been delivered?" Almera said as she appeared from the little kitchen. "Yes, Almera, another war is coming. And I believe it is the earliest."He replied and took a seat on the dining stool and ate the single piece of leftover rye bread and continued, "Commander Jefferson’s manor was attacked, and I don't know what happened next. Lord Henry of Whiteland was there and unconscious though." "Really?" "Yes, and even Commander Jefferson as well. I believe their wine has been contaminated with wolfsbane. But I fear for the young Elizabeth. It seems like she was the target. I am not certain, but I'll find out soon enough." "Then we should inform Tomas about it. After all, he…" Almera trailed off and looked at the unconscious young lad. With her worry, she knows there must be balance. It was keeping them safe. They must be safe enough to live well and fight this war. Raymond nodded his head as if knowing what she was about to say. "Yes, I believe
Arriving at her small cabin. Pearl thought that when she was a girl, her mother, the queen of the Fire Kingdom, would buy her pretty dresses to dress her dolls in, and she’d spend the day fawning over how perfect they looked. Today was almost just like that. Pearl handed her naked men their clothes, and she pretended to busy herself with straightening the kitchen, hanging up their dick curtains, and such, but really, she was side-eyeing them hard.Finn pulled his jeans on, and the waist of the pants hugged the smooth curve of his tight ass as he pulled them into place.A happy sigh slips from her lips.Ethan tugged the white shirt down over the hard lines of his abs, and another sound of contentment left her lungs.When she looked at Vergel, he was staring a hole right through her head as if sensing her uneasiness, while Ethan ignored her.Pearl knew the alpha would have too many questions for her later, and she wanted nothing more than to just melt into his warm skin and be done with
Soot stains the small windows in streaking lines that look like the house itself was crying. There was an assortment of wind chimes near the door, and it won’t be until we get closer that the men will be able to realise they’re actually bones clattering together—a warning bell of sorts.Almera will take care of these interfering men. She’ll help me; I just know it. Pearl thought to herself.She was actually one of her favourite people. She was the only other alchemist she had ever met who was crazy enough to want to be her friend. She was crazy as hell, but she would let these guys figure that out for themselves.Pearl doesn't hesitate as they start to lag, their steps seemingly becoming more and more uncertain with each new detail their eyes land on. She heard Finn gasp, and the comical smugness he had faded; she even heard him growl.Well, surprise, surprise!Pearl passed them a sly but pleasant smile as her knuckles rapped gently against the rotting door. "Almera!? I came bearing a
Finn pushed forward, his shoulder skimming against Pearl’s other side as he held Almera’s vacant gaze.Almera’s head tilted just slightly, and she seemed to study Pearl for a moment. She knows. Almera knows she brought them here to save herself."There are other alchemists in this village that know where the princess is, my friends; besides, why would you think I knew where she is?" Almera looked away from Pearl, busying herself by straightening the mess of papers in front of her. She pushed them this way and that, but never really did anything with the stack."Where?" Vergel’s bulky arms folded across his chest, but Pearl didn't know why."Vergel, you do realise she can’t see your intimidating stance, right? There’s literally no one here for you to impress." At the quiet sound of her words, he pinned her with his pretty, emerald eyes. A mixture of annoyance and aggression was visible in his gaze.Okay, Pearl was lying. One person might be slightly impressed. She was very impressed wi