Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 18

▪️I Z A R A▪️

It was nice having the Orc King back at the castle.

Over these last few weeks, Baldur and I had settled into a routine of sorts. During the day, we both kept busy with our respective duties and would sometimes train if we had the time. However, every night after dinner, no matter how tired we were, Baldur and I would spend at least three hours practicing specific wind magic techniques.

Glancing over to where the old dying oak tree used to be, I smiled at the stump that remained.

A few days ago, I had managed to finally slice the thick bark in half, splintering it with such a force that startled me while simultaneously surprising Baldur and Khagra who had been very proud of me.

Speaking of the warrior Orc, sometimes, Khagra would accompany Baldur to train me and the two Orcs often took delight in ganging up on me.

Tonight, was one of those nights.

With my weapon raised in the air, I shifted my stance as we fought under the bright light of the moon, the cool night air felt refreshing against my heated skin. I was proud of how proficient I had gotten in using the cutlass, and adding wind magic to my movements was becoming easier with each passing day.

Staring at Baldur and Khagra, I grumbled under my breath.

Two against one.

As if trying to defend myself one on one against them was not bad enough, when facing off the two of them at once, it was damn near impossible to get a hit in. Granted, I had to admit that within the last couple of days, I was getting better at blocking their combined attacks.

Shit!

Perhaps I spoke too soon.

The moment I had silently praised myself, Baldur and Khagra advanced on me.

Even though I did my best to block the incoming blow, I found myself getting knocked onto my backside with a combined wind attack with spiralling flames built into it.

"I hate the two of you so much!"

"Lies, you know you love us!" Khagra fired back.

Scoffing, I countered, "That's a stretch! Sounds like you're having one of your daydreams again."

Baldur grinned, "That didn't sound like a denial though..."

"Ugh! You two are impossible!"

Khagra's smile faltered, "Look, I know that we're being hard yon you, Izara, but you were the one who insisted you be allowed to fight by our side in the event Alaric and his men attacked."

"Indeed, if I remember correctly, you were very adamant about fighting, telling us not to go easy on you," Baldur added while standing next to his best friend. "I mean, you can always quit–"

"Never!" I snarled while quickly getting to my feet.

With his smirk returning, Khagra approved, "That's our girl..."

Our girl.

I swear, every time he said such, my heart would flutter in my chest. It did not escape me that Baldur never seemed to correct Khagra and I usually had to force myself not to think about what that could mean.

Did they really have plans on sharing me?

Did I want to be theirs?

What would that even look like?

These were just some of the questions that I had asked myself ever since I realised that I had feelings for the both of them.

To think, I had never had romantic affections for another person before, much less two at the same time!