Prologue
"Fyn ..." In the darkness a low, determined tone called out, accompanied with steady and persistent knocking.
"G'way." The half slurred and grumbled response was just loud enough to be heard through the thick wooden door.
"Fyn." Slightly louder with more insistent, louder knocking.
"Go. Away." Was the louder response. The man outside the door rolled his eyes, thinking, 'Typical!'
"FYN." More persistent knocking came; the becoming louder, more demanding and a touch impatient.
"WHAT." It was a deadly rumble that should have served as a warning and scared anyone away from the door. It didn't work on the man standing there.
"Are you awake?" This was said with an impatient twist of his lips, still accompanied by persistent knocking.
"You have a death wish, Teiren." This was said in a low snarl that had scared more than one person into wetting themselves. It didn't work on Teiren who was very familiar with Fyn's temper after a lifetime of dealing with it.
"Someone certainly does." Was Teiren's aggrieved response, but his knocking thankfully stopped.
"Who." It was more a statement than a question said in an icy query. Teiren grimaced, knowing what he said next was going to set Fyn off.
"Whoever it was that stole Lady Aydra straight out of her bed." Teiren said on a sigh.
Silence followed that statement.
"Fyn??" Teiren's voice grew more urgent and louder.
When there was still no reply, he pulled out his key and unlocked the door, swinging it open to show the window standing wide open. The wind and rain were causing the curtains to billow up and reveal an empty room with a messy, equally empty bed.
"Fuck." Teiren said in a resigned sigh, shoulders slumped and head dropping down.
YOU ARE READING
The King's Justice
Romance**Incomplete** Aydra is a sheltered young girl, raised for one purpose only - to raise her family standing with a good marriage. The man chosen for her is Fyn, who is infamous as the kings right hand man. Nothing is easy - or as it seems!
