Sins Are Found Near Heaven

Chapter One

Nora

Nora saw that many people die because they don't believe life is worth it, to see others being absurdly killed because of the illusion of an idea that he was giving them hope for life.

Such was the fate of her father, Prince Gwenster. He fought honorably, and died miserably. Her husband, Bangird Svitanjin, smashed his head in the battle of the North Eye. Nora was a royal bastard from the age of seventeen, she had her own chambers, in Svitanjin's servants he satisfied her, she was not hungry or thirsty, only imprisoned under the guard of Oprićinks. She wes kept in the chambers for a month after trying to escape. Here and there Bangird's mother Marzana would come to visit, and give lessons .She mostly told her to be grateful to Bangird for taking her for a wife, because who would love a bastard ? She was never sure why he wanted her, he was the knez of the blood of the old ruined kings of Gorava, and Nora did not know who her mother was.

The moonlight flooded her bed, and she bathed in it, crumpling the thick fur around her. Bangird was gone for a few days, and when she asked the servants where he was, they would silently look at the floor and walk away.

She could not sleep, she longed for the window, which was shrouded in bars. All sharp objects had been taken from her, as well as access to anything she could harm herself with at Bangird's behest. Nora's hands were full of bumps from the scars she had inflicted on herself in captivity. Bitter tears burned her pale skin, sharp nails dragged across her upper arms, until she smelled blood. Her fingernails were full of skin and blood. She stared through the bars of the window, she could hear the owls singing, for a moment she wished she was a bird. Without a future and a past, alone in the night sky.

She heard footsteps outside the chambers in the gloomy age, they were fast, light, but brisk. Bangird. Nora wiped away the tears, rolled up the sleeves of her silk nightgown over the fresh wounds, and went to bed. She covered herself with blankets, even though it was warm. Tears streamed down her pillow as the door opened from her back. His footsteps were quiet now, she heard him take off his clothes, gently take off his boot. She let out a sob.

"Nora?" She felt the bed sag. "Are you awake?" Bangird whispered.

Nora nodded in confirmation.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up." He moved the blankets off her and stroked her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He asked.

"An ugly dream."

"Are you-"

"Where have you been?" She interrupted him and turned to him. Black long hair fell down his face, and green eyes shone.

"On duty, where else?"

She knew there was no point in continuing the conversation, because she wouldn't find out anything. She quickly turned her back on Bangird.

Bangird sighed.

"Aren't you hot in your clothes?" He asked her.

"Silk is light."

His arms wrapped around Nora's waist. He clung to her with his naked body. He gave her soft kisses down her neck, moving her white hair out of the way. Nora felt a cramp in her lower abdomen.

"I'm tired." She looked him in the eye, and he smiled.

"I can help you fall asleep easier."

"Not now."

Bangird was already stroking her chest, playing with her nipples until they hardened. It was a good feeling to her body, but not to her thoughts. The hands that were now between her legs in her were the same ones that had killed Gwenster.