She suddenly felt intimidated which was unlike her most times. She remembered at that very moment that she was the only woman in the group. She wanted to give up and turn away but then she saw Orau looking in her direction, a question mark evident in her face. She stood there for sometime trying to make sense of what she was trying to tell her when suddenly a warrior yelled from behind her and crashed into her. Arawa was nearly floored but thank the gods she had found her footing. Sudden rage flooded her veins as she saw what mischief he had intended. She had her back on him and he had taken that advantage to strike out. This was weakness on display obviously, Arawa thought as she recalled all that Orau had taught her. She looked around her briefly, everyone was fighting and then in front of her, the same warrior had taken a stance and was preparing to make another advance. He seemed too confident and Arawa decided to use his confidence to floor him. There she stood, waiting and takin

Whatever was giving her such a boost in morale, Bron wondered. The woman was simply something else, beautiful, graceful yet there was this hint of danger in her eyes . He had actually always had his eyes on her but dared not approach. She was a curse after all. But now, standing there watching her stand across from him panting and all, he might have lost his head in the clouds for a while. She was simply beautiful and captivating. He had never seen a woman So fierce and yet so alluring. She had surprised him even more when she suddenly threw down her shield to merge with his vulnerability. She was in charge obviously. A good part of him asked that he yielded at that point at least, saving his image and leaving the people in assumptions. They would be confused as some would think he pitied Arawa, while others would call him a coward that yielded to a woman. He snapped out of his thoughts. No way was he going to let her take any glory, not in the very least. He was going to fight it ou

Adrian was much obliged to receive her. He left a few words with the savage king and then, looking at the king's daughter, he remembered it was time to begin heading home. Home was his brother and he knew definitely that Brian would be anticipating his return. The savage princess was a beauty and he would have done things to her but he would restrain himself. Probably when Brian was done playing, he might share with him. He had her put in bonds after all, she had proven herself too dangerous. The glint in her eyes scared him , it was almost like she could kill him from where she stood. That night, he decided that they would begin a return home journey . There was absolutely no trusting these savages. He had been in strong doubts about them not being able to swim. If they were not swimmers, then how did they get over to the other side and besides, how did she know how to swim? It was all a lie and fabricated stories. They would probably be waiting for them to sleep and then attack. He

Arawa had never felt so humiliated and decapitated at the same time in a day as this one. She could not believe what was happening at the moment and actually was beginning to feel cold and full of regrets. She should have never given herself up, yes , she should have run. As far away from the village as her legs could carry her. Her legs still hurt and there were a couple of scraped flesh down there. The barbarian had tied her with an extended rope all the way through the journey, neither caring about her or if she was keeping up just fine with his pace. She had expected that since they wanted to be allies with her people, at least, they might treat her with a tipsy bit of respect. Instead, she had to be dragged like an animal; like the wild dogs caught in the forest around Wuwa. These men were evil and to her best of reasoning and definitions, they were the total opposite of what humanity stands for. She had however done her best to contain her pain and followed through with every tr

No, no way in the whole freaking world would she bring shame upon herself by letting this barbarian feast his eyes on her sacred womanhood. Of their own volition, Arawa's hands wrapped themselves around her. Her eyes never left him however as a scowl appeared on her face. She was going to fight this one out and if need be and it came to her death, she would gladly die knowing that she preserved her dignity as a princess of Wuwa. It was obvious to her what the barbarian wanted to do, his eyes never leaving her as they began slowly leaving her eyes, sliding down her body. His looks felt like caresses, spreading through her body like a cold shower, Arawa had never felt such electrification from aman before. Even those times she was staring or rather spying on Bron, it had never felt this way nor this good. She was losing her mind obviously; whatever enchantment he had used on her, she needed to get out of it. In her head at the moment, there were conflicting thoughts, a part of her told