ログインThe morning light filtered through the snow-covered trees, offering some warmth that broke through the cold air.I sat on the same trunk as last night, watching Cerus prepare his horse. The men had already packed most of the camp, and we were ready to begin our journey for the day.Cerus approached me, giving me his hand. I took it. Last night had removed all reservations I had about his proximity. I traced the scar on the side of his face with my eyes, chewing on my lip as I took in every angle of his jaw and the stubble on his chin.A curling smile spread across his face. “Did you sleep well?”I shifted my eyes to his, my chest expanding and my heart rate picking up. I thought of last night and how I woke up this morning with my body beneath his, and our legs twisted together.All I could offer him was a nod.He reached for the fur cloak I wore, tightening it around my neck, but he didn’t pull away when he was done. He dropped his fingers to my collarbone, my breath catching in my t
It didn’t take long before fires were lit and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.I looked around, the dark forest looming behind us. There had to be some way out of here. But where would I go? I didn’t know where we were, which direction led home, or what waited beyond the trees. Running now wouldn’t save me. It would only leave me alone in a forest I knew nothing about.I sat on a fallen tree trunk, shivering as I held Cerus’s cloak around my shoulders.He was a few feet away from me, setting up his bedroll with a single tarp above it. I looked down at the thin fur cloak wrapped around me, wondering where I was supposed to sleep and how I was supposed to stay warm through the night.I finished the last of my bread as Cerus approached me, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight. “We have no tents.”A breeze blew by and I tightened the cloak around myself.He pointed to his bedroll. “You’ll share with me.”Me? Sleeping with him? My body shivered, and I recoiled at the thought.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my body shivering more.“Who touched you?”I blinked, confused by the question. My mind was still reeling from the men surrounding me, from their eyes and their taunts. Why did he care?My chest heaved as I shook my head in a broken, sharp movement. His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my waist before settling on my thighs, where the paint had been smeared.A storm raged in his eyes.“Who touched you?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow which was cut in half by a thick scar that ran down to his cheek.I felt like he was seeing straight through me, like he could smell my fear. My eyes watered and I looked to the side, where the man with the dragon tattoo on his neck stood.The man sneered, “You bitch-”It all happened too fast. My mouth parted but my scream was stuck in my throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, and a second later, his head rolled to the ground.“Clean this up.”The man before me wiped his sword on his pants, sheathed it and then exten
The carriage rattled as the horses neighed, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to ignore what I was hearing.We were being attacked, and the sound of swords clanging was enough to tell me that the group I travelled with was suffering. The yelling continued, and I clutched at my sides, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The fight outside grew louder, more desperate, until a loud bang rattled the carriage.The door clattered against the hinges, and I stepped back as far away as possible. My eyes latched onto the handle of the door and it rattled, shaking. The fear in the pit of my stomach spiked, souring into an ache.There was nothing in here that I could use as a weapon, only a solitary pillow in the corner of the seat. I hoped that they would give up and walk away. And when the rattling stopped, I thought that’s what had happened.Until the door was wrenched open with a force that nearly tore it from its hinges.I screamed, pressing myself against the back of the carriage. A
The carriage, though heavily guarded, was nothing but a wooden box.There were no ornate decorative carvings, no colorfully suited footmen. No one was happy, no one was smiling.That included me.This wasn’t a regular marriage procession.I walked toward the carriage, my eyes swinging to the left, where my father and mother stood with my two sisters. Father kept his chin up high and made no attempt to walk toward me and say goodbye. Mother nodded at me, her eyes watery. My sisters kept their heads down, so I continued to walk toward the carriage.I felt cold, alone. The thin, sheer fabric did nothing to stop the icy breeze, and when I stood in front of the carriage, one of Prince Kaelan’s representatives stopped me with his hand in the air.There was one older man in religious garments, a white robe and a hat covered in golden marks. He was King Kellar’s pillar, his religious right hand man. Father rarely ever spoke to his pillar, and as I looked at the man now, I was eerily aware of
They all turned to me, eyes wide.“Prince Kaelen does not want you, Merlara,” Mother whispered, eyes assessing.I knew he didn’t. He wanted Elysande, the eldest and the most beautiful of us. But I was the only one with Elysande’s red hair, so I shook my head and stood my ground. “I’ll go with his party. I can pretend to be her for however long it takes you to find her.”Aeliana studied me and then offered father a look that made my stomach turn. “We can switch them, father. On the road.”“Absolutely not.” He didn’t even look my way, his attention only on Aeliana.I wasn’t needed here, not like my sisters. If this was one way I could help, then I would do it. Father narrowed his eyes, stepping forward until he stood in front of Aeliana.“Would you rather have Prince Kaelen find out about Elysande running away?” Aeliana looked worried, her brows pinched in a frown.His eyes twitched. “You will return her here as soon as Elysande takes her place.”Aeliana nodded, and I remained ignored.







