Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lucevkin Dreams: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

-Karen-“I hope you like Zargo, Kay. I plan to give you at least one of my estates when I take you home with me.” I looked over in surprise. “The first one I want you to have has a large garden. Your rose garden is only half the size of that garden. I want you to feel at home there.” I watched him in silence. “The manor house is kind of small next to the others, but it has a small library, an art studio, a music room, six bedrooms, four large spa bathrooms with a nice big soaking tub in two of them, several other rooms and a basement. The best part is it’s in the quiet countryside where you won't have to be worried about being stared at if you go outside.”“You know you don’t have to give me something like that. I can just borrow it.” I whispered and then giggling at the dirty look on his face.“Listen here, woman. I’m giving you this estate because I want you to have something of your own. Also, I’m going to make sure that you have at least three servants, a personal chef.” I shook m

-Karen-“There’s probably going to be a lot of people out there waiting for us when you take the seal off. Just be prepared because they are probably going to think you are holding me hostage.” Conor warned putting his forehead against mine. “Well… I was! That’s not a lie, Conor. I will always hold you hostage.” I replied walking to the doors. He chuckled under his breath. I quickly braided my hair in hopes that was going to make me feel a little less anxious. I touched my hand to the door and took a deep breath. “Dispel.” I whispered softly. As soon as the seal disappeared you could hear the commotion we had caused.“Where the fuck is he at?!” I heard Zachary screaming at everyone. “It’s been two days and there still isn’t an update?!” I felt my anxiety shoot up about eight levels as someone started pounding on the door. Uh oh. I could hear someone say something to the king, but I couldn’t make out what was said. “Then kick the damn door down! Burn it down! Blow it off the fucking h

-Karen-“Very good, little rat!” The king exclaimed with a laugh. “A purple magic rat with good manners is quite the sight isn’t it, Generals? You trained her well Conor! Quite a remarkable change from our last encounter when she was feral and rabid.” I heard several men snicker and Conor scoff from behind me. How rude! What a complete jerk! Zachary grabbed my left hand and pressed my soul jewel into my palm. “We don’t have much daylight left, maybe two hours at most so I want to see a variety of your skills. Offensive, defensive, healing magic if you can do it and anything else that you feel would be a shining example of your talents.” “Yes, Majesty.” I turned to the large group that was gathered around me. My anxiety was starting to nag at me, but I ignored it letting my excitement take the reins. “If you could bunch into groups of about five or six, I will cast a barrier over each group just as a safety precaution.” Everyone complied with my request. Michael and the woman I presum

-Karen-“Tell me something, Karen, knowing that you were going to use low level spells, why would you bother to cast a barrier when the spectators were so far away from the statues? We both know that past twenty feet, the risk of flying debris is minimal if not completely nullified.” I looked away from him unwilling to answer his question. Damn. I was hoping he wasn’t going to ask. After a few minutes he started laughing loudly. “Don’t tell me-” He laughed harder as my face flushed with chagrin. “Don’t tell me you’re protecting someone in that crowd!? You mean to tell me, there’s someone in that group that you actually care about?!” I glared while he laughed coldly. “I didn’t know that servants could even feel emotions or that they even had feelings!” I felt my cheeks flush from rage. This prick. “I wonder who you’re trying to protect. Is it that loudmouth that keeps yelling at you to back down?” Before I could answer he continued. “You’ve gained a fair amount of weight since I saw y

-Conor-“She fainted. Just like the last time.” Conor murmured; concern lined his face for Karen. “I’ve never heard anyone scream like that before.” Not even during a torture session. That scene made my blood freeze in my veins. “Is she going to be okay?” Joanne asked as silent tears streamed down her face. She crawled across the bed and curled up to Karen holding her right hand. “She’s still really cold Conor… Should we get a couple more blankets?”“I hope so…” Conor murmured as Bart came back with pajamas. “Help me dress her, Jo. We can at least make her comfortable. Bart, can you grab a couple of the spare blankets?”They pulled off the wet dress and finished drying Karen off. Conor did the heavy lifting as Jo helped slip the warm clothes on. Conor pulled her to the middle of the bed and wrapped his arms around her. Bart came back with two blankets and they layered them over Karen.“Can we stay here tonight?” Joanne asked with a sad expression on her face. “If you don’t mind?”“Su