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shrugged again. “Once you have softened her up, mayhap I'll have a piece of her myself."
"'Twould not be wise. How would it look in the Sorcery Circle if ‘tis known their esteemed sorsvasus raped a woman with child?"
Nadan stared at Aislan. “Ah, I see!” Folding his arms, he scratched his head in exaggerated contemplation. “That changes the circumstances. Slaying an unborn brat. Why, that would taint the Sorcery Circle. You may be reprieved from your vacillating loyalty after all, my friend. Now, now, what shall we do with her?” He snapped his fingers. “I'll take her off your hands nevertheless. I'll personally deliver her to the Sorsverein. ‘Twill be up to him to decide what to do with her. Our dilemma is solved."
Lucien folded his arms across his chest also. Lady Aislan knew they were discussing her because she kept looking between him and Nadan. When their gazes met, Lucien felt a spark igniting. It was good he finally felt something else besides his own apathy.
Even with her face smeared with dirt from digging and crawling in the grave, her hair partially unbraided and caked with mud, she still presented an enticing sight with her lovely face, flawless alabaster skin, and voluptuous breasts, despite her thin frame. Noting her helpless frailty, Lucien's sense of outrage surfaced. Now, more than ever, he wanted to know why they decreed her death.
Lady Aislan stared at him for a moment longer, and then nervously turned her back to him.
"Ah, the way you look at her, like an infatuated fool,” Nadan observed as he scratched his jaw. “Your dick has taken control, my sorsvasus brother. I'll not allow you to run off with her, of course. The Sorsverein , in all his infinite wisdom, must have anticipated this."
"Do you hear your own sycophant?"
Nadan's face reddened. “Your arrogance hides your lack of conviction. ‘Tis beyond my ken the faith they have in you. You botched your last mission, and still they rewarded you. What hold have you on them?” His voice calmed suddenly, and he shrugged. “'Tis not my concern the reasons, I—a lowly sorsvasus . I do what I must to please my king and my sorsverein ."
"Such ambition.” Lucien kept his tone conversational as the two of them continued to bait each other. He looked back at the exquisite Aislan. “I'll deliver Lady Temple to the king myself, but all in good time and on my own terms."
* * * *
They started traveling. The Dark Lord led the procession on his black steed, with Aislan on her own horse right beside him. The remaining nine men spread around and behind them on their horses.
They kept riding along the Fellen River that Aislan knew stretched from north to south and through Templeton forest. At one point, they stopped to drink and water the horses. As evening progressed, hunger gnawed at her. Aislan had regurgitated most of her morning meal, and she had not eaten anything the prior evening. The day's violence had taken its toll on her, and lack of sustenance compounded to her physical exhaustion.
The group traveled almost another two hours into the evening before they finally stopped and dismounted. To her relief, they set up camp for the night, and hopefully, a meal. Aislan had gone through hunger strikes in the past, usually lasting two or three days. Sometimes, after escaping from Templeton Castle, she successfully hid in one of the caves in the forest for nearly a sennight before anyone found her, usually when she went out foraging for food. Even though Aislan could handle going without several meals, she preferred to eat when possible.
She had noticed earlier that three men had left the group, but she did not care. For Aislan, the fewer of them, the better. A couple of men tended to the horses while one other prepared a large pot and added rations for soup stock. Aislan walked towards the farthest corner on the edge of the camp and sat away from the activities.
The three men who had disappeared earlier returned abruptly. One had a doe
"'Twould not be wise. How would it look in the Sorcery Circle if ‘tis known their esteemed sorsvasus raped a woman with child?"
Nadan stared at Aislan. “Ah, I see!” Folding his arms, he scratched his head in exaggerated contemplation. “That changes the circumstances. Slaying an unborn brat. Why, that would taint the Sorcery Circle. You may be reprieved from your vacillating loyalty after all, my friend. Now, now, what shall we do with her?” He snapped his fingers. “I'll take her off your hands nevertheless. I'll personally deliver her to the Sorsverein. ‘Twill be up to him to decide what to do with her. Our dilemma is solved."
Lucien folded his arms across his chest also. Lady Aislan knew they were discussing her because she kept looking between him and Nadan. When their gazes met, Lucien felt a spark igniting. It was good he finally felt something else besides his own apathy.
Even with her face smeared with dirt from digging and crawling in the grave, her hair partially unbraided and caked with mud, she still presented an enticing sight with her lovely face, flawless alabaster skin, and voluptuous breasts, despite her thin frame. Noting her helpless frailty, Lucien's sense of outrage surfaced. Now, more than ever, he wanted to know why they decreed her death.
Lady Aislan stared at him for a moment longer, and then nervously turned her back to him.
"Ah, the way you look at her, like an infatuated fool,” Nadan observed as he scratched his jaw. “Your dick has taken control, my sorsvasus brother. I'll not allow you to run off with her, of course. The Sorsverein , in all his infinite wisdom, must have anticipated this."
"Do you hear your own sycophant?"
Nadan's face reddened. “Your arrogance hides your lack of conviction. ‘Tis beyond my ken the faith they have in you. You botched your last mission, and still they rewarded you. What hold have you on them?” His voice calmed suddenly, and he shrugged. “'Tis not my concern the reasons, I—a lowly sorsvasus . I do what I must to please my king and my sorsverein ."
"Such ambition.” Lucien kept his tone conversational as the two of them continued to bait each other. He looked back at the exquisite Aislan. “I'll deliver Lady Temple to the king myself, but all in good time and on my own terms."
* * * *
They started traveling. The Dark Lord led the procession on his black steed, with Aislan on her own horse right beside him. The remaining nine men spread around and behind them on their horses.
They kept riding along the Fellen River that Aislan knew stretched from north to south and through Templeton forest. At one point, they stopped to drink and water the horses. As evening progressed, hunger gnawed at her. Aislan had regurgitated most of her morning meal, and she had not eaten anything the prior evening. The day's violence had taken its toll on her, and lack of sustenance compounded to her physical exhaustion.
The group traveled almost another two hours into the evening before they finally stopped and dismounted. To her relief, they set up camp for the night, and hopefully, a meal. Aislan had gone through hunger strikes in the past, usually lasting two or three days. Sometimes, after escaping from Templeton Castle, she successfully hid in one of the caves in the forest for nearly a sennight before anyone found her, usually when she went out foraging for food. Even though Aislan could handle going without several meals, she preferred to eat when possible.
She had noticed earlier that three men had left the group, but she did not care. For Aislan, the fewer of them, the better. A couple of men tended to the horses while one other prepared a large pot and added rations for soup stock. Aislan walked towards the farthest corner on the edge of the camp and sat away from the activities.
The three men who had disappeared earlier returned abruptly. One had a doe