He opened the door to the dark, murky room. The window was covered with rags at the back of the room. His bed looked worn and the sheets were stained yellow with sweat. His desk was always covered in parchment. Most of them were simple drawings or maps of certain areas. On one wall, he had a map of the Ice Fort’s kingdom.
He pulled the chair back, sat in it slowly whilst letting out a slow breath of air and slid his hands over the battered desk. Rulf wasn’t any older than Aneira but he felt it. He brought his hands up to his neck to feel the fuzz he’d been growing for a good two months. After a time of slowly breathing, he heard someone knocking on the door and he invited them inside. It was a messenger. He was a muscular, young man. Rulf could tell he hadn’t shaven in a few months.
Messengers of gangs were the most honoured, valuable piece to the gang. They were the only means of communication between distant lands. They were often seen as heroes and nobles simply by the task they were set to do at birth. All messengers were branded with the gang’s symbol to which they belong.
“What do you have for me?” Rulf let out with half a groan.
Lady of the Ice Fort,
The villagers are rioting. Send your bastard Dwarf-Lords away or they’ll take up arms and head your way. They have had enough of your gang scum undermining them, raping their women and taking their children. The farmers are not standing for this and have even taken to recruiting rebels for their rebellion. Control your Dwarf-Lords.
Ulric (Leader of the Eastern Sanction)
Rulf let out a long sigh. If Blaid Yorath had heard that message from one his watchmen, he would execute the entire force and start over because the corruption would have spread but that was enough for one day. The squire sent the messenger away.
“KNOCKER! Knocker, wake me up at dawn, thank you”
“Yes, sir”
The young squire trudged to his old bed whilst taking every bit of clothing off. He climbed into his bed and slowly closed his eyes though sleep did not come easily.
YOU ARE READING
The Lady of the Ice Fort
FantasiaAneira Yorath was harsh by nature but made harsher by the Ice Fort. At sixteen, she had seen more blood than most Ladies and Lords...and she relished it. Rulf, her squire, had to simply bend to suit her. Aneira is the Lady of the Ice Fort and is pr...
