The Lost Storm

Chapter 30 - Saeva Mundi

Isadora woke up the next day feeling rested like never before, the sun now starting to peak. She went and rinsed her face in the wash basin. She put on her riding habit, still a bit dirty even though she scrubbed it last night; nevertheless, she had washed it.

After trying to tie her boots someone knocked on her door and she opened it to see the innkeepers daughter. Much like her mother, her sweet smile was a delight but her father's features were there too. "Mama gave you extra, for the trip. Please eat it, you will need your strength."

Isadora smiled and took the tray from her, as she put it inside she quickly grabbed 20 uni and went back to the young woman, "This is for you as a thanks and gratitude. For treating me like your own."

"But miss-" she started but was stopped by Isa's hand.

"Please. I know these are hard times, and I do not deserve this. Take it. I want you to."

The woman got glassy-eyed, "Thank you miss. Please do come back."

"I will try," Isa smiled back at her.

Then they heard the older woman's voice calling for her daughter, "I must go or maman will fire me".

Isadora laughed and went back inside. She grabbed the bowl of porridge first and made her way to the window. Her best friend was out on the small pasture grazing, she took a bite of the warm porridge...

"Mmmmm. Gods be good". Isa smiled at the decadent porridge the old woman had made, clearly with a lot of love. The bowl did not last long as she sat and ate the rest of her meal. She was getting fuller but she would not insult the family by wasting such delicious fast. Plus, who knows the next time she would get to eat such a homemade meal. The princess finished with a small glass of ale and a small burp, which made her laugh (probably the ale already kicking in, lightweight).

One last look around the room to make sure she had everything before leaving-

"MMMMAAAAAAAAA! NNNNOOOOOOOOOO! NNNNAAOOOOOOOO!"

She heard the ear splitting shriek, grabbing her belongings and dagger she burst out her room and quickly ran downstairs. When she got to the last few bottom of the stairs she saw the woman innkeeper laying on the desk slumped over herself. A pool of blood now spreading through the table and spilling down it. Her throat was open and her daughter was crying over her, trying to shake her.

In disbelief, Isadora hadn't seen the two men standing there. Tim and Richard, two of the three men she had the pleasure of bumping into the evening before.

Tim looked pale, "This is not what we agreed on Richard. You crossed the line!"

Richard was standing on the other side of the table with a bloody dagger, smiling and incredibly drunk and swaying. "Grab her and make her shut up you idiot," he yelled pointing at the innkeeper's daughter.

Tim went and grabbed the sobbing girl behind the desk and put his hands around her throat, squeezing hard. She started to choke. "Where's the bitch from last night?!" Richard was now yelling at her while Tim choked her. She shook her head, "Don't....kn..know who...you..you're talking...about."

"The little whore who got here yesterday," slurred and smiled Richard. "Her clothes and tunic were too fine for Mauvebend. I want to show her a proper welcome," now he was hiccuping, holding a cup of ale no doubt and the bloody dagger in the other.

Isadora doesn't know if it was her peace from last night or the ale she used to keep her food down but she mustered up the courage, "Would I be that certain bitch?" Now she was coming down the last set of steps and opened her arms with all the adrenaline pumping through her.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" The innkeeper's husband came running though the front door with what seemed to be a club. He clubbed Tim in the back of the head, who suddenly let go of the daughter falling straight out cold to the floor. The husband threw the club to the floor and slowly went to his dead wife with tears, "Margherita...my love. No my love. Not like this." Their daughter cried clutching her neck with one hand and grabbing for her parents with the other. Both now crying over their dead beloved member.

Isadora now had tears on her face as she looked from the grieving family to the swaying Richard now in front of her. She looked at the table behind him and decided to make him move with her to where his back would be behind it, "Why? What did she ever do?" Now the family was looking at them.

Richard hiccuped and smiled, "I asked her for yer fuckin name. The cunt wouldn't give it to me. But here ye are..." he was now walking towards her eyeing her up and down, "a sweet and ripe princess waiting fer me."

When he finished his nasty words, Isadora smiled at him too and took off running towards him. She tackled him to where he landed back on the table and she on top of him. Her face was inches from his, "Here's your bitch." In an instant she grabbed her dagger and slammed it into his shoulder. His howl of pain echoed throughout the inn, now bringing guests out.

She got up and realized the innkeeper's husband was creeping towards Richard. Isa put her hand back on the dagger, now Richard was looking at her fuming with anger. Her hand didn't flinch on the hilt, "This is your whore." She grabbed his cock and ball sack at the same time and yanked as hard as she could, twisting her hand down as hard as she could. "Just in case you tried something improper on a Princess or any woman at that. Goddess forbid you procreate," he's now sobbing and staring at her, his anger and pain coming out from his popping veins.

"Try," he spit.

Quickly she want back to the stairs for her things and went back to the sobbing Richard. Putting her hand on the hilt of her dagger, she yanked out the dagger. Out the inn's door she ran, commotion started as she heard Tim finally wake back up with the innkeeper's husband yelling and throwing punches. When she rounded the corner towards the stables, she whistled for Hadassah. The steed came out trotting already saddled up. The princess got on her and squeezed her thighs, signaling the horse to go. As they rounded the corner Tim came out with the husband hot on his heels, who ended up tackling him and getting a few punches in. Richard came out dodging them and saw Isa on her steed.

"Yah!" She spurted the horse to a full gallop.

Richard tried to get Isa by her leg but she quickly threw a side kick, sending the bastard on his ass. Clutching his shoulder, he made his way to the stables and grabbed another horse. By this point, Hadassah had taken Isa already past the city limits and into the winding road.

"Not the morning I wanted to give you girl but here we go," she said to her mare. The horse seemed to understand her and kept at a steady galloping pace.

To lose him she took the horse through fields instead of keeping on the road. "Through the Teakwood forest with no other instructions? Check. Obvious fucking clue as to where he's hiding? Fucking maybe!"

The treeline was now insight and the horse seemed to tremble with excitement. Isa looked down at her horse's ears and looked back up in horror.

A meniacle laugh came from behind. It seemed distant, but not distant enough.

As the treeline got closer, Isa could smell the trees and taking a big whiff her mare jumped over a large log and into the forest.