Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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A few of the Galicinian soldiers were still awake when Hawk arrived at the training yard. Night seemed to hold to the mountain side more so with every pass of day. It gripped to the pillars and flushed everything it its path the shade of despair.
Hawk examined the glowing light in the center of the pit. It was where Moritani soldiers fell to proclaim themselves part of the ranks. It was where boys became men and men went to die.
Thetos, the closest thing she had to a lower general, sauntered over the stone slabs with his hands at his back. "Is there something we can do?" He asked.
The Galicinian language was a simple one that often lacked the floof and flutter of a more common tongue. The words translated in her head with ease. A more accurate wording; shall you have us face demise?
"Our time here is waining," she said, "I want you do everything that you would to prepare for battle. Quickly, quietly, and get our soldiers out of the Moritani garments."
"We'll await your signal," he said, "what will it be?"
Califenat loomed above, a chunk of her cascading to the ground. It could take years for the final bits of her to fall and offer enough chaos to make an escape.
"A fire you wouldn't expect," she said, "keep a keen eye."
Thetos bowed his head. A lack of linguist skill did not mark one as unintelligent. It simply meant they spoke the dialect of action. He returned to the barracks silently without further questions.
Hawk did not feel as if she had butchered any enemies by declaring Collette's visions false. She had called the duchess a liar and cast her to the stone but that was not an act that would cease the lies from spewing. It did Hawk no favors in regards to her chain, an order could come through at any time.
The Moritani's had to die in order for her to find freedom. Feyd Rautha had to die in order to extinguish the threat of further imprisonment. Rabban, for good measure and finally the emperor but that was purely for entertainment purposes.
The main obstacle in all of it was that she could not order the deaths of any Moritani's while wearing the chain. She could have Feyd quartered and flayed, but that would bring hellfire down on Grummon. She thought of his dark eyes, soft skin and sweet smell. It was not a death she found easy to stomach. That realization stung at her and made the walk back to the palace quite weighted.
Feyd Rautha was still awake when Hawk rapped on his chamber door. She hadn't fully considered the implication of going to him, it seemed a fate that was woven from the time she entered the palace. Her feet carried her, mind too heavy to order them.
Feyd looked down at her as he leaned in the doorway. He seemed exhausted and tensed. He appeared to be stressed but not in a mortal way, as if some monstrous weight had fallen to his shoulders and he had to straighten his back to balance it. "Lurking?" He asked.
