All Chapters of Bringer Of Darkness: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Athelstan A light knock woke him up from his relaxing sleep. From the window came a glimmer of light that partially illuminated the room. Athelstan’s eyes took a while to focus exactly where he was. He sat down, passing a hand over his face. The sun had just risen, and the faint light seeped through the glass. Athelstan felt very rested and hadn’t been for days. Although the bed was hard and uncomfortable, the prince had slept like a child. He stood looking around. The room was much smaller than he had thought the night before. The bed on which he had slept was placed in a corner attached to the wall, between the window and the wall. Under the window was a small wooden table and a chair with a clean tunic. In addition to the few useful pieces of furniture, the room was completely empty. The boots he had thrown to the ground that night had been picked up and placed beside the table; the dirty tunic had disappeared, and on the table, there was a tub with clean and fresh water inside;

Athelstan Athelstan turned and saw the woman in front of the wooden doors. She had entered silently and had not even noticed her presence. "How long have you been watching me?" She asked her as a gentle smile surfaced on her lips, then she brought a strand of black hair behind her ear. Her dress had a large neckline on her chest that reached up to her abdomen, revealing the furrow of her voluptuous feelings. At that vision the horse of Athelstan’s trousers tightened, immediately feeling his member harden to the memory of those breasts against his chest or in his mouth. The woman approached, sinuously moving her hips at every step, as she moved her black hair behind her shoulders, before stopping a few steps from him, letting her scent invaded his nostrils. The last time he saw her was the morning after their fiery night, and it was also the last time he had found himself between a woman’s legs. She approached him and looked at him, her head reclining to the side. "Quite enough.

Taryn Taryn had an enormous affection for her two protectors and especially for Aiden who had taken care of her after her father’s death eight years earlier. They heard the soldier’s whistle, so they increased the speed of their horses. Now it was getting darker and darker, and it was convenient to find a place to camp as soon as possible, at night there were beasts more dangerous than animals and much crueler, and just then they were in a place full of poachers. "Your Majesty, we will have to stop here and make camp otherwise it will be too dark," Lord Taront told her. "If I may intrude, Your Majesty" Aiden intervened blocking the horse and turning to her "towards the southeast there is a small town. We can find a tavern with some more comfortable accommodation." "In the dark, we are easy prey of poachers," Taront frowned. "That’s why we’ll have to get to the city. It won’t take much time, and it’s not dark yet. If we increase the pace, I’m sure we’ll get there before it gets da

TarynAfter almost three days of rest, Taryn and her men resumed the march fresh and relaxed. During their stay in the city, they had bought a small cart in which they had laid all the necessary food for the rest of the trip, in addition to a trunk in which was stored a beautiful dress that Taryn had managed to find thanks to a silk merchant.The Queen had decided not to make any longer stops until they arrived in the capital, so she had sent Aiden to take care of the supplies, and at dawn, they had left.Thanks to that stop, they could get lighter and more comfortable clothes for the trip.Taryn had abandoned the idea of riding with clothes. She had opted for comfortable cloth trousers and a white tunic on which she had tied a large leather belt that protected the part that went from under the breast to the waist. She had decided not to wear the cloak anymore and had gathered her hair on the nape of her neck in a soft tail whose locks brushed the bare skin of her arms, giving her tin

Nessa tried to move her nephew’s hand, while he kept her in the air. The woman’s face began to turn purple as she floundered for oxygen. The commander again crossed her arms to her chest as she enjoyed the macabre spectacle."Commander." A guard approached the man, trying to get his attention."Heafod," said the guard again.The man released his grip on Nessa’s neck, who fell defenseless to the ground coughing while holding a hand on her throat, finally free from the grip. Her hair fell on her face while she was bent over the ground, her knees on the ground and the palm of her other hand tucked into the sand.The man commander looked down on her with contempt."I’m the only one standing between you and the blade your daughter wants to put in your neck, and that’s because I still need you for the moment," she said, chanting every single word as her black eyes pulsated and her white pupils sparkled. «But if you dare to give me orders again, I will take away from my cousin the pleasure o