Chapter 14: A Forced Mate

Olisnia's small boat creaks as she nears the shore. She breathes in deeply, a profound ache of missing home vibrates through her body.

Although her trajectory was originally for Murduk, even her abilities are useless in the raging waters. She knows she is in Climont by the violet flags whipping in the wind. It will not be easy for her to travel within this country.

As though to reinforce this, as her boat docks and she jumps off onto the pier, a horde of heavily clad soldiers make their way toward her. They push a few bystanders away, so that they are not deterred.

"Good day," she states first as they halt in front of her.

The urge to sigh builds in her chest, but she pushes it back down.

"Where have you come from, outsider," the man in the front demands.

Olisnia does not answer, eyeing the men.

Irritation twitching at the soldier's brow, he growls out, "I will not repeat myself."

One of the men behind him, leans in, half whispering, "Sir, she is a—"

"I know what she is," he w