The Witch of Clevwood Ruins

Chapter 1 - part 2

The soldiers parted, reaching the corresponding areas of the camp and the woman who was helping me followed Tynov and the princess to a large tent in the center of the vast settlement. Poles supported the sand-colored tent and two soldiers were posted at the entrance of what must have been the princess's post. I expected more luxury from her, but apparently they too could not afford certain comforts in war time.

The horse stopped a few paces from the big tent and the soldier got out before me. She surprised me by holding out her hand and encircling my waist once more to help me get off the horse; despite the pain, I smiled at her, winking and without being seen by anyone, I brought my lips to her ear: "I am grateful to you my knight. I hope to see you soon."

"Prisoner!" I snorted when Tynov separated me from the confused and still embarrassed soldier and dragged me in the boss's tent.

"Wait Tynov, I didn't even ask for her name!"

"What do you care woman?" He said grunting.

"Rude people like you could never understand! " I said, struggling and trying to go back in the direction in which my favorite soldier had left me (not that I knew others at the moment).

"Her name is Keira... now let's go!" Frustrated, he decided to really use his strength on me and threw me inside the tent, under the amused eyes of the other soldiers. They chuckled, exchanging glances and comments, but I ignored them, just as I had learned to do from an early age.

"What a gentleman!" I yelled after him as I struggled to get up. That bastard had made me fall on my ribs in pain but I couldn't expect more from a barbarian like him.

"Sit down."

I snorted, but decided to turn to the princess, only to realize how close she was to me. She had taken off her armor and was wearing a long white dress: the material must have been precious, I certainly could not have afforded even the skirt of her dress. The fabric embraced divinely the curves of her body and my lustful eyes lit up, reflecting the awaken flame of both anger and desire.

I tried to distract myself, observing the space around me. The warrior princess's tent was spacious: I saw a series of cushions arranged on a dark carpet and I thought it was the place where she slept, then I dwelled on the various objects that were scattered around the area, such as weapons, clothes, small furniture, a large heavy looking trunk and a table placed at the center of the area, with maps spread over it. The chiefs of the army probably gathered around that piece of wood to discuss strategies.

"Will you make the princess wait any longer?"

"No princess" I replied snorting and reaching a chair placed near the table I was observing. She took a seat in front of me.

"Do you all dress like this here?"

Asked the princess after watching me patiently. The woman was certainly enchanting in every situation, even ethereal, but I would not have let myself be easily fascinated; not when I was an enchantress myself.

"No, why?" I answered stretching my elbows on the table and placing my face in my hands: I smiled with false naivety.

"So I'm dealing with a fugitive of some kind or simply a woman who dresses differently from the others... the first hypothesis seems more reasonable to me, am I right?" the princess got up to take a bottle from a basket a few steps away from us and looked for glasses in a small cabinet. After hearing her words, a strange tension had enveloped my body and her eyes as cold as ice took away all my confidence.

"I'm not a criminal" I crossed my arms over my chest and licked my lips seeing the red and certainly tasty liquid that the princess was pouring into the glass. The princess watched me curiously as she sipped from her goblet; I wanted to steal the glass from her hand and drink it all in one gulp. I felt like centuries passed since I last drank a glass of wine...