Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 16

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I had not seen Baldur in days!

Yes, days!

I should be ashamed by how I made a mental note of each one as they passed, but I could not bring myself to care.

After we shared an intimate moment under the large oak tree, I had been looking forward to seeing him again. Eager to explore these new emotions I had been holding back since I realised that I was attracted to the grumpy Orc King. The feel of his surprisingly soft lips against my forehead had been all I could think about and I was willing to pick up where we left off.

To think that Baldur had similar feelings for me had my entire body humming in anticipation. Enthusiasm and curiousity flowed through my veins for I was anxious to see where things would go between us.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the Gods had other plans.

With each torturous setting of the sun, and no Baldur in sight, I grew more and more worried. As it turned out, there had been some fae activity near the Black Forest, but I had not heard anything about any of them having any magic.

Though Khagra told me that there was nothing to burden myself about, I could not help but wonder about the Orc King's well-being while he led a raiding party, scouting the area looking for Alaric.

Since I now had the power to do magic, my duties with Dura and her brother Crothu had been lessened. Everyone thought it best that I focused on learning how to properly handle my capabilities and even though I missed spending most of my waking hours with the herbalists, I must confess, I did enjoy learning to control my magic.

I figured that, with Baldur gone, I could try to master something so as to show him that I was not slacking off in his absence.

In fact, during our training sessions, I realised that I liked hearing him praise me.

When I had confided in Khagra of my plan to try and impress the Orc King, he had teased me, saying that I probably had a praise kink.

The funny thing was that I had no idea what a kink was, but after Khagra had explained it to me, I realised that he was probably right. For in all my dreams with Baldur, I always got so aroused whenever he would whisper his approval in my ear.

Hell, just thinking about it had my skin tingling.

Pushing the thought away, I focused on the big old oak tree in front of me. For the past few days, when I was not with Dura or visiting the baby Amphiteres, I spent my time in the castle gardens, down by the river.

After that time when I had accidently damaged Khagra, I had been adamant about getting my magic under control, and thankfully there had never been such an incident since then.

I would use most of my free time to work on practising my wind magic, cutting away the dying branches. I sometimes trained well into the night, using the bright light of the two moons above to guide me.

Today, however, I was slightly frustrated.

It was a nice night with hardly any clouds, allowing for an almost unobstructed view of the various stars in the sky.

I had spent the last two hours trying to cut through a particularly large lower branch. But all I had managed to do was slice the thick bark in a few areas, no more than an inch or so, which was definitely not enough if I wanted to begin to even make a dent.

The skin of my brow glistened under the moonlight while I continued to focus on making the correct hand movements, repeating them over and over with hardly any rest in-between.