My Shackled Siren
I, Zierno the famed assassin, am hunting the mythical Mist Mare. My king, my friend, has promised me command of his guard if I gift her to him. I never fail a mission. The beast will belong to the King of the Netherlands, one way or the other. Itโs deeply amazing how much can go wrong in a single day. From capturing the rare creature for my liege, to it nearly making off with my king. Now Iโm on his short list of enemies. During my mad flight from the castle, I thought to save an injured woman. I couldnโt have been more wrong. What I have now is a sack full of problems. This pretty red-eyed woman, being the largest. She looks like a sweet creature one moment. Then the next, a bloodthirsty demon. And truthfully, Iโm terrified. Iโve never seen anything like her. โChain me to the wallโ She says. Normally Iโd think that might make for an interesting afternoon. Now Iโm thinking Iโd rather be anywhere but where she can shriek at me when she has one of her โspells.โ โGo talk to the sorcerer.โ She orders. As though I should know who he is. โI need your help.โ She says, as though Iโm intended to be some great savior. Iโm a killer not a saint. Meanwhile, Iโve gotten word that the King has sent out an army to hunt me down and drag me back to face the consequences of a potential assassination. One which I did not intend! So my plan right nowโฆIs essentially just to stay alive.