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"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
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Even the ropes drawing blood from my wrists weren't enough to extinguish the feeling that burned my insides.
The feeling of hatred, rage, anger, loss, and sadness. But also the feeling of being lost. Alone. Her mother was the only person left of her family and now some coward's army killed her and the village. A village that did nothing against them. Innocent people, murdered. For nothing.
What's left to live for?
No. Mother, Father and the people who lost their life in Linova, wouldn't want to see a girl broken over a single tragedy. They'll want to see a strong woman, doing what's right.
The feeling of tears had Yara blinking her eyes so that they will not show.
They do not deserve my tears. They deserve nothing but the deepest pit in Hell.
The flap of the tent opened and a man stepped in. Just the sight of any man from Rafael caused her to grit her teeth, in order to not scream at them. Avoiding the man, she gazed down at the ground, distracting herself with the fur beneath her bound form.
The man walked towards the side of the tent before taking off his armor. He glanced at Yara.
"Not going to look at your captor?"
His voice was quite deep and rich. Powerful almost.
She kept quiet.
Why use some of your last strength on those who destroyed something dear to you?
"I guess that's a no." He shrugged.
Atleast the man have the intelligence to notice when he is being ignored.
His footsteps nearing caused Yara to stiffen up.
His finger touched her jaw but she shrugged him off. Pale green eyes observed her now, taking notice of the blood that still trickled down from a wound on the side of her face. Her hair hung loosly around her shoulders, freed from the band that was once holding the strands back.
"What's your name, girl." He didn't expext her to answer, instead he took a wet cloth. As soon as he lifted the cloth to her face, she leaned to the side, away from him.
Unknown POV.
Beautiful were just the beginning to describe her. Beneath the filth and blood, was a girl with white skin, blue eyes, and long black hair.
"What's your name, girl."
She didn't answer, as expected. Taking a wet cloth, I leaned in to attend the wound. The action caused her to lean away from me.
"You will not touch me!" Blue eyes openly glared back at me, which was unusual for me. Women across the ocean weren't treated as equals. It was known to be disrespectful when a women looked you in the eye.
