Todos los capítulos de The Captive Prince's Barbarian Luna : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lucian's POVThe morning air in the camp was sharp enough to sting my lungs, but I barely felt it. Compared to the north, the cold here was bearable. I stood near the edge of the cooking fires with my arms folded across my chest, and I watched Elara.She moved between the long tables with a heavy pot in her arms, ladling thick porridge into the wooden bowls of the warriors who waited in line. Every one of them was twice her size. None of them bothered to thank her. She did not seem to expect it.I knew exactly what she was doing. She had not looked in my direction once since sunrise, and she had picked the table farthest from where I stood. When she had to pass near me, she turned her whole body away like I was a rotting carcass left in the snow.She was sulking. She was also trying to throw me off. She wanted me to believe she was fine, that nothing I had said last night had touched her.I had to admit it to myself, even if I would never say it out loud. The way I had reacted when s

Lucian's POV Kane stared at me, then threw his head back and laughed again, so hard that a woman passing with a basket of bread looked over at us in surprise. "You cannot know that, Lucian. It is far too early. She is barely showing, if she is showing at all.""I know it," I said. "I feel it. Do not ask me how.""I will ask you how, because it sounds like nonsense." Kane crossed his arms, still smiling. "Did a spirit whisper it to you? Did you dream of a little wolf with your ugly face?""My face is not ugly.""It is a little ugly.""It is a face that has made many Northern wolves nervous on the battlefield," I said coldly."It has made them laugh when you were tied to the wall," Kane shot back, and then he winced, realizing what he had said. He cleared his throat. "That was not kind. I am sorry.""Do not be," I said, and I was surprised to find that I meant it. "It is true. And I would rather you tease me than pity me.""Then I will tease you for the rest of your life," Kane said, a

Lucian's POVThe center tent smelled of smoke, wet fur, and old sweat. Torches burned on iron poles at each corner, and their orange light shook across the walls whenever the wind pushed against the canvas. I stood in the farthest corner with my arms crossed over my chest and my shoulder against a wooden post. From there I could see every face in the room, and no one could stand behind me.A large map lay across a table at the center, its edges held down by daggers and a few dented cups. Thane stood on one side of it. He was tall and broad, with a braided black beard and eyes the color of old iron. Kane stood across from him. Around them, a dozen warrior captains pressed close, whispering and leaning over the lines of ink.The King was not here. He had stayed behind in the great hall, which meant two men held the real power in this tent. Thane and Kane. I watched them the way a hunter watches two wolves circling the same bone."Let us begin," Kane said, tapping the map with one thic

Lucian's POV "Because it is a good plan," I said. "And because I want to win this war as much as you do.""Do you?""I want to leave this place with my life and my men," I said, and I held his eyes. "The faster this war ends, the faster that happens. I have every reason to want you to win."Thane stared at me for a long time. I saw something cold flicker behind his gaze, something that was not anger. It was calculation, the look of a man who was adding up a sum in his head and did not like the total. I made a note of it in my mind. This man hated me, but he also feared me a little, and fear in the wrong hands was dangerous."Enough talk," Kane said, straightening to his full height. "The King is not here, which means we two decide. Thane and I. Let us do it the Northern way. We vote. Every captain in this tent raises a hand.""A vote," Thane said, grinning without warmth. "Fine. Let the wolves choose.""All who want the small group to go first and the army to follow behind," Kane sa

Lucian's POV"I am sorry, Sable," I said, and I meant it. "I know I am interrupting your work. But I need to speak to Elara for a moment. I will return her soon.""Return me?" Elara said sharply. "I am not a borrowed knife.""You are not a knife," I agreed. "A knife would listen."Sable made a small choking sound and pressed the wet cloth over her mouth. Her shoulders shook."Do not laugh, Sable," Elara snapped. "You are supposed to be on my side.""I am on everyone's side, dear," Sable said, in a voice that was very tight. "I am only washing.""You are not washing. You are watching.""I can do both. I am very skilled."I let out a slow breath and crouched so that I was closer to Elara's height. I kept my voice low, so that only she could hear me over the rushing water. "Please," I said to her, quieter now. "Only a few minutes. If you still want me to leave after that, I will leave, and I will not say another word."She stared at me. Her eyes searched my face as if she was looking for