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August 17, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Princess Alyn Midika Tutton
She walked quickly in the cover of the darkness of the early morning before sunrise. Under her thick woolen cloak, she still shivered and her heart almost bled when she wondered how Alicia, no Odeya, would be faring.
The poor girl was just a pawn in a game she didn't mean to get involved in. Alyn could only envy her strength. Carrying that kind of fear in her heart and playing her role perfectly would not have been easy but she managed to pull it off.
Alyn wondered if the girl had known war because one would not be able to relay such terrible news calmly. She had known war and she had known how it felt to be so near death's doors. She had watched it claim the life of her oldest brother, Henrik. They weren't so close so she hadn't felt the brunt of his death so harshly like Nicolas and her Father had.
She thanked God for making her a woman. At least she could deal with her problems by crying them out. Men never have it easy. Whispering a silent prayer for the restoration of her brothers soul she trudged on.
Alyn regretted leaving Nicolas and Odeya in the room for the few minutes to give them their much needed privacy. The chemistry between them was so strong and it was obvious that they had feelings for each other but neither was willing to drop their pride and speak up, something always happened to go wrong whenever she left them alone.
'Stubborn mules.' She hissed.
And now she was here, in the dark and creepy hallways, instead of in her loving Hayden's arms. Images of their activities of the previous nights flooded her mind causing a hot blush spread throughout her body and a familiar tingle in her womanly parts.
'Not now Alyn. Stop being so wanton.' Her subconscious scolded.
The sound of heavy footsteps alerted her and she looked around noticing she was in the hallway with no doors to hide behind. Suddenly, a hand shot out of the wall and dragged her inside the dark place. She opened her mouth to scream but the hand covered her mouth.
She stomped as hard as she could on her assailant's foot but he only increased the pressure on her mouth. The owners of the foot steps passed and her assailant turned savior let out a deep groan.
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