Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Six

The next two days we never stopped moving, riding nonstop through the night and into the morning, trying to beat time. 

We road on horses that ranged from deep greens and blues to bright yellows and pinks. 

I had never seen beasts like these before, they were so much larger than any normal horse, easily being able to hold three large men. 

Vikkan and I shared his horse, a dark purple color that nearly matched the shade of his eyes perfectly. 

The beast had tried to bite me immediately after I tried to climb on top of it, and only after some sharp words from Vikkan had it huffed in dismay before letting me get on. 

Apparently, his horse was a female and the little bitch was territorial. 

She had tripped me the second we had jumped down to set up camp for a few hours, before making the last leg of our journey. 

Everyone was exhausted, all the soliders, the Khans, and even Ulti had just nodded at everyone before collapsing inside her tent. 

That's how I found myself tightly wrapped in Vikkan's arms. The darkness from him acting as a barrier in his tents as it ran its self across my skin, his knee between my legs as his chest pressed against my back tightly. One of his arms wrapped tightly across my chest, and the other around my hip. 

"I'm telling you, sleeping naked, keeps everything fresh" he rumbled into my hair, as I rolled my eyes in the darkness. 

"I'm thinking it keeps people pregnant."

He nuzzled his face into my neck, a chuckle on his lips, "these things are squeezing my balls" he mumbled, referring to the boxers I had made him wear. 

"At least something is" I huffed a laugh into the dark air. 

The quiet settled over us like a warm blanket. 

"Do you remember her?" he whispered in my skin, referring to my Mother. 

He had asked me every question about myself the whole time we had traveled together. He wanted to know everything about me, from my childhood how I was raised as a Princess, my entire family. 

And I had told him. Openly and freely. 

No one had ever asked for that story, for my story. To know every broken and fragile piece that made up my soul. 

I had somehow been shocked that I had been able to tell him the entire story, how easily I had shared the terror of watching my Mother die, then watching my Father kill her murderer. 

I even shared how shocked I had been at how easily the words flowed from me. 

And Vikkan had sent me a small smile, and said he wasn't surprised at all. That I was such an open and blunt person, that he knew I would be open to sharing my story with him. 

And then it had hit me that no one else had ever really asked. 

He wanted to know, whereas the people who did know didn't want to relive the horrible details, and those who didn't, well they feared how I would react to that memory. To all my memories. 

Vikkan didn't. 

He had asked about my parents, and once I had told him my Mother was dead, he simply asked how. 

How he was able to get such a real read on me, so quickly was insane. 

I nodded slowly, "every detail about her, about that time. She was so beautiful. She was royal but yet so normal at the same time. I think thats why my Father fell in love with her, really. She saw him as a man, not some King or a symbol of some great kingdom, but just a man. They married illegally, you could say. At least in the eyes of his Kingdom, where he had a wife and a child waiting for him. They call me a bastard princess, but I have a claim over Traca, where my Mother is from. Ties as strong as the ones I have make me pretty fucking valuable, at least thats what they tell me."