The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

Liars Like You and Me...

My eyes open and the uneasy feeling of dread settles upon me, I cannot allow her to want me, her father will hunt us down to the very ends of this world unless I thrust a sword through his throat and even though she says she hates him, deep within there is the love of a daughter for her father whatever he has done to her. Saskia rolls over her blurred eyes meet my fully awake ones; the blue irises are a wonder filled abode for the weary to become lost in but not myself. The room is much more like a sauna; the sweat is dripping from my forehead and the smell in vile.

          “So where do we go from here?”

          “It’s doubtful that’ll I’ll know, Saskia… I hardly know what I ever do, it’s mostly impulse.” She smiles, baring her teeth.

          “I must say something to you.”

          “They say it… I am all ears.” She breathes and her nervousness is shown, she braces to only sit up. I follow suit and sit up. She doesn’t cover her breasts the sit firmly still as they do, her nipples are oddly small.

          “I understand why you didn’t want to... you know of my father, he’s dangerous… plus I’ve never had sex.”

          “Sounds like a delightful man, but you didn’t seem like a virgin… I guess not a lot of people do.”

          “I am no prude, there is no need to be somewhat ashamed of sex or nudity, it happens and if it doesn’t then what a queer little person they are.” I laugh and slip out of the bed.

          “So… who are to marry?”

          “A noble from Alikia by the name of Namour, my father wishes to get into their good books and thus gaining a nice new friendship with the kingdoms to agree to the termination of the dounas and the Kalhin.” I turn and look at her with the confused face that only I can do. Saskia gets out of the bed and comes over to me.

          “Your father sounds more wonderful by the second… and he’s tried to kill me before.” Stood in the middle of the room and my bones aching, fully clothed and I begin to pace the room,  

          “Why do you pace the room?”

          “Thinking.”

          “About?” I stop and look at her, “Are you thinking that I am just another woman who will lie to have you stick it into her?”  

          “You’re saying that every woman is a harlot?”

          “Indeed, much like the elven wench that you have been involved with and that Miranda.” I must say that I am confused because the muscles in my face act like nothing has happened. My eyes perhaps show anger; I’ve never considered them to be strumpets. I walk towards the dresser and look in them for better clothes that the itchy mother fuckers that, that old crone gave me. I pull out what can only be described as what nobles would wear in this time period because now they wear wonderful suits. I put it on,

          “How do I look?”

          “Beautiful… so you’re planning on killing them all in style I see.” I straighten myself out and walk to the naked beauty stood in the middle of the room.

          “I do believe that you may have to marry Namour and make your father happy.” She smiles, “You shall need some clothes on.”

          “Nah, I think I’ll be the object of male desires… do you believe me stupid, wolf. I shall put clothes on when I damn want to.” Shocked at that sudden outburst.