I was more than upset. The way Eyden talked to me.Like I was a child. The way he dared to look at me after what he’d done. I, Mora Etieng of the Etieng clan would not allow myself to be treated that way.
I couldn’t help the jeer that escaped my lips after Eyden left, and I was even madder at myself for not having the courage to jeer in his face.
‘Seems like the Witong is in a bad mood,’ Anora said as we watched him walked away.
My eyes bored into his glorious back as though daring him to look back. Pleading for him to look back.
He didn’t.I can’t believe him.
‘What?’ Anora asked and I realised I had said that out loud.
I rubbed my palms nervously, ‘I can’t believe he wants us to go to the Rwot’s palace!’ I quickly came up with a lie, ‘When he knows very well about the nature of the celebrations.’
Anora nodded in agreement but in my heart I was somewhat excited.
The thrill of watching men fight for the maidens they wanted.
Lusted after.
Would Eyden fight for me if he had the chance? Would he really think I was worth going against six other men for? The thought thrilled me.
Maybe I needed to know how far he would go for me. And knowing the Witong, I doubted he would fail.
And what if he fought for me and won? Would he claim his prize? Would he make me spend the night with him?
Make me?
No he did not have to. I had already come to terms with the fact that I was too far gone where the tall dark man was involved. It was a battle I was helpless to win.
Would he demand it or would he ask nicely?I almost giggled.
The Witong did not ask. He took. He claimed. He possessed. The man strode around the camp like he walked on water. Like he descended from god.
Maybe he would be gentle. I was a virgin after all. My ears suddenly felt hot and I paced around looking at the ground trying to dull the tingling between my legs and the way my heart began to leap. Why was I thinking of making love to the man who had broken my heart? The man I had nearly given everything and had thrown it on the ground stepping on it like it meant nothing.
My face hardened at the memory of the woman taking him in her mouth, his eyes dilated as he sat on his throne like the master that he was.
‘Maybe the invitation isn’t all bad,’ my friend rudely interrupted my thoughts, ‘We have an audience with the Rwot. We finally have a good chance of rescuing Seleng.’
I sighed.
Seleng.
He had almost slipped my mind. My brother who I loved dearly. But not nearly enough apparently, as I had almost forgotten our reason for being here.
I was too busy getting distracted by Eyden and his large arms and athletic build and unmistakable talent…
Focus Mora.
I shook my head as if trying to shake the feeling of wanting Eyden off me. It was useless.
The man had captured me caged me and I was helpless to escape.
‘Yes Anora you’re right. We need to go to those celebrations and talk to Rwot Alwogi,’ I was silently apologizing to my brother for nearly letting him down.
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THE WARLORD AND HIS PRINCESS
FantasyWhen a princess' village is attacked by acient mystic warriors,her brother taken prisoner,and her father's soul lost along with her brother, she must find a way of rescuing him. So forced to use the help of the tribe's deadliest warrior,she must win...