Todos los capítulos de The Captive Prince's Barbarian Luna : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Elara's POVI found him near the edge of the training ground, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest still rising and falling fast from whatever had happened there earlier. I had missed most of it, only catching the tail end, Kane clapping him on the shoulder and warriors staring at him like they had never seen him before."Good morning," I said, stepping closer, the basket heavy against my hip.Lucian turned, and the moment he saw me his face shifted into something guarded, the softness I had glimpsed once or twice in his tent nowhere to be found now."What are you doing here," he said. It was not really a question."I brought you breakfast," I said, lifting the basket slightly so he could see the cloth covering the bread and dried meat inside. "You have been leaving before sunrise every morning this week. I do not think you have eaten anything since you started this training.""I do not need you fussing over my meals," he said, turning away from me, already

Elara's POVI stood in line at the supply hut, waiting my turn behind two other women, a basket of clean cloth bandages balanced against my hip. The morning air was sharp and cold, and my breath came out in small white clouds as I waited.The supply master, a stocky older man named Fenwick, stood behind his table, counting out rolls of bandages and jars of salve for whoever came asking."Where is Old Meg," one of the women in front of me asked. "She usually handles the medicine stores.""Not well today," Fenwick said, not looking up from his counting. "Fever. Been coughing since yesterday. She cannot leave her bed, let alone tend to anyone else.""Then who is going to look after the Southern prisoners," the woman asked. "They still need their wounds checked. Meg has been the one doing it since Kane brought them in."Fenwick shrugged. "I do not know. Someone will have to."A short silence followed. I watched the other women shift uncomfortably, none of them offering to step forward."I

Elara's POVI pushed the tent flap open, my basket empty now, my hands smelling faintly of salve and herbs. The walk back from the Southern tents had left me tired in that good, useful kind of way, the kind that came from doing something that actually mattered.Then I saw him.Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on some point on the floor that clearly was not giving him any answers.I paused at the entrance, studying him. What had gotten into him now? Was it the training? Had one of the warriors given him trouble again? Had Bram said something worth another fight?"Lucian," I said carefully, setting the basket down. "What is wrong?"He looked up at me, and whatever had been simmering behind his eyes sharpened the moment he saw my face."I heard a rumor," he said, his voice low and even in a way that did not match the tension in his shoulders. "That you have been treating my men.""It is not a rumor," I said, keeping my voic

Lucian's POVThane laughed, low and genuine, though something in his eyes stayed sharp even as his mouth curved with humor. "I like you, prince. Most men in your position would have snapped at me by now, or said nothing at all out of fear. You do neither." He said."Should I fear you," I asked."That depends," Thane said, "on whether you have reason to."Something hot and immediate flared in my chest, sharp enough that I had to work to keep my voice level. "She is fulfilling it exactly as expected," I said, the words clipped and final."Interesting," Thane said, watching me with that same unreadable expression. "You answered that quickly.""It was a simple question," I said."Was it," Thane murmured, something almost amused flickering across his face now, gone as quickly as it appeared. "Forgive me. I only ask because the King values results above all else. If the arrangement is not working as intended, better to correct it sooner than later.""What exactly do you mean by correct it,"

Lucian's POVI studied the map for a moment, then pointed to a narrow pass south of the forest, where the land opened into flatter ground before rising again into low hills."Here," I said. "Not through the forest. Around it. This pass is narrower, which seems like a disadvantage, but it also means we control the ground. The Eastern Pack cannot hide their numbers in open terrain the way they can in trees. If they want to stop us here, they have to meet us directly, which plays to our strength, not theirs.""That route adds two extra days of travel," Thane said sharply. "Time we do not have if we want to catch them unprepared.""Two extra days is a small price," I said, "compared to losing half your force in an ambush you did not see coming. Speed means nothing if you arrive with fewer men than you left with.""Two extra days also gives them two extra days to notice us coming," Thane shot back. "Your pass is not hidden, prince. It is open ground. Easily watched from their hills.""It i