Princess Amara

Chapter Thirty-Seven

I shoved the flap of the tent out of my way in a rage, storming my way past the frozen bodies that were suddenly looking at the sky or anything else except me. 

I had no doubts that they had heard me screaming from inside of the tent, where the stupid war council was convening, once again. 

It was a collection of bullshit that had forced me out of that stuffy tent, and storming further into the chaos of the war camp. 

"AMARA!" 

All starting with the voice of that man. 

I spun on my heel, my eyes immediately finding his tall frame, anger shooting through me again. 

It had slowly started to escalate when I had come to the conclusion that he didn't want to tell anyone that we shared a bond. 

He had made absolutely no fucking move to claim me, or tell anyone in explicit words that we were bonded. 

It just got worse from there when Griffith seemed to have a lapse in memory and started calling me all sort of names, like I hadn't just saved his ass from death three days ago. 

And Vikkan still refused to say anything, he just watched me. 

And I could handle myself, but if someone had spoken to him the way I had been spoken to I would have jumped in, just to show some fucking support. 

But all things I could have talked to him about later, when it was just him and I. 

My anger fully spiked when the conversation took a turn about some covert mission that I had idea about. 

Apparently, late the night before after I had fallen asleep in his arms, he had gotten up and met with the council again. 

Where they decided that he was going to go behind enemy lines and gather 'information'. 

We were only a half day away from the rest of our army, and not even a thirty minute horse ride from where we were, we could clear see the convoy of our enemy. 

They had docked, and were slowly gathering themselves together to make the end of their journey where the final battle would take place. 

They apparently weren't concerned about the two thousand of us on their ass, because there was so many of them. 

At least fifty thousand had made camp in front of us. The rest of their army probably less than a few hours behind them. 

We could make it past them, since only the three Khan's needed to make it to the battle in order for it to make better odds. 

Our little group of men really wasn't shit. 

But this was time for us to make a difference. 

Find some type of battle plan in the enemy camp, no more than a short stint away. 

But they also wanted Vikkan to severely hurt their numbers. 

Alone. 

They wanted him to do all of this alone. 

And he had agreed. 

He was going to head out as soon as the sun went down. 

Furious didn't even begin to describe how pissed I was. When we had woken up this morning, he hadn't said shit to me about, which only enraged me more. 

The way he looked at me with no emotion on his face, was only filling my veins with more fire. It was a swirling, all encompassing emotion that flared through me. I lost control of it, that small part of me that had been growing since I first met him, and slowly swallowing me since Ulti dropped me here.