Blood Reign

Chapter Eight

Fira was out in the courtyard the next night waiting for me to make my way down for my training. She started showing me maneuvers that I could learn from her. She was graceful when it came to her sword and she was sharp when it came to her gun.

'How long did it take you to learn?' I asked.
'Well I started when I was a toddler. So, I really don't know how long it took me to learn everything.' she told me.
I was kind of envious of her skills. I knew I was a long way from being that good.

'Here take this.' she called and threw me a sword. We started working on easy moves to get me comfortable with the movements. I was stronger than I thought, which makes holding this sword easy. We started fighting harder till I was able to successfully block her moves.

'You're much better than I anticipated.' she told me.
'Thanks. I've never done this before.' I replied.
'Okay I'm going to get tougher with my swings. So be ready.' she warned.
'Okay I'm ready. Let's do this.' I told her.

Okay I wasn't ready. She came at me with harder swings that I could barely keep up. But I pushed back harder till I could block her off. I started hitting her with harder swings in hopes I could over power her.

The training was every night for half the month. By middle of the month I was as strong and fast as Fira was. This made me proud. I was able to protect myself by sword. Now came the other half of the training.

'Okay tonight we're going to learn how to hit those targets with this pistol.' she told me as she handed me a slick little pistol that fit very well in my hand. I had never shot a gun before just the same as it was with the sword.
'Now aim that gun at those targets that I set out for you. Be sure never to point that gun at anyone except the enemy.' she advised me.
'Okay, I think I'm ready.' I told her. She with her signal I aimed at the target and shot each bottle off the boards. One by one they fell. I was a little stunned with myself.
'Not bad for a first timer.' Fira told me with a happy punch to my shoulder.
'So, since you seem to be a really good shot. We're going to advance it to moving targets.' she told me.

One by one she started fast pitching bottles into the air and I hit every single one that came into the air. I didn't know I could be this good with guns. We practiced moving targets till the end of the month.

Draven and his men had been gone for over a month now. I didn't know what the status was for their defeat or victory. I fear something is wrong, but I had no way of telling. I was in our bedroom resting up when Draven came through the door.

'You're back!' I exclaimed with relief.
'Yes, but not for long.' he told me with sadness.
'Shelley our men are losing out there. We just aren't strong enough. I fear they will kill all of us and take this castle after all.' he told me.
'Draven we must leave. You must not go back. Please don't leave again.' I begged.
'I can't do that Shelley. I can't leave my men. If they go down in the fight, then so will I.' he told me sternly.

I was angry, but I knew there was no changing his mind. We began kissing and out of fear, anger and lust. He ripped my dress right off me and took me to our bed and we made love as if it were to be the last time. We were fierce with our love making to the point where we would need to shower, or people would think we were wounded because of the blood we drew from each other. We made it to the shower and we fucked like crazy. I wanted him deep and with every inch he could spare. I didn't want him to leave. My body needed his.

The next night was here faster than we wanted it to. Draven had dressed and packed up ready to venture out again. I wasn't ready for what fate had in store for us.

'Must you really go?' I begged.
'I'm sorry but it must be this way. Shelley if I don't come back. Please do what you can for this kingdom.' he told me in sorrow as he kissed me one final time. He made his way across the courtyard. I felt it in the pit of my stomach that he wasn't coming back and somehow, I think he knew it too. I will be a married queen to a widowed queen in the matter of a year. I don't want it to end this way.