They all fell, their blood seeped into the earth, Garask tainted with the life of a crushed rebellion. My mouth twitched, it twitched into a sadistic smile. I enjoyed the gushing of blood from the holes in the flesh of the barbarian whores, whoresons stopped from sowing seeds in the earth. I can recall this, all of this: the dead don’t haunt my dreams, they tell me to keep fighting, that I am not as much a failure as I believe myself to be… Centurion Arkness, king-slayer… the scourge of the Druids.
“Centurion Commander his majesty would like to speak to you.” Commander of the XIV legion, centurion of the X, probably be named Arl of some fucking city with my own castle. That would be nice no more need to feel pain whilst sat on a throne.
“I’ll be on my way; I just have one thing to do.” The legionnaire nods to me and walks out of the tent. I stare at the words on the page, the report of the attack by a man called Suetious, propaganda showing me as a god as some sort of divine light who by the king’s behest crushed an unholy rebellion. Bullshit mostly, I sing of arms and the man. I stand and get my armour on, my heart pounding in my chest as my nerves kick in, my mind thinking of the most beautiful woman who should have remained in my arms. Into the woodland, we are near to the capital and when we reach we search the castle to find the source of why Tayovason lost his mind and slaughtered the woman who maybe he hated, but then again that man hates anyone who looks at him oddly. With my armour on I walk, my legs aching and my body shattered, the Druids and the elves put up an incredible fight.
The men of the legion nod to me, greeting and failing to see me for who I am. I walk into Circe’s tent and there she lays, still asleep as the morning sun arises. I stand and look upon her, then sit upon the ground to look closer. She rolls over and with dazed eyes looks at me smiling,
“Why haven’t you been in the bedroll with me this whole time?” I smirk and touch her cheek,
“Dear, a commander of the legion lying with the commander of the druids, this men would have a field-day.” She grabs my hand and kisses it,
“They already know, and why should you give a damn what they say or do, they are scum… you know this.” I sigh and kiss her,
“Then fuck them.” I get into the bed with her,
“You could have taken the armour off.” I laugh, and kiss her with fiery love.
“I don’t have long, Zachary wishes to speak to me… go to my tent, it’s much bigger and I’ll have someone to bring your stuff and to care for you as if you were the queen.”
“That is your plan isn’t it Avenji?”
“What is that, my darling?” She kisses my cheek and strokes my beard,
“To make me the queen… you’d rule over this world and go down in history as the best king Garask has ever seen.” I sigh and smile at her, nuzzling her nose.
“It will take time and many deaths… but is this what my mother has begged of you?”
“Indeed, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I stand and so does she, “I shall see you later, do as you wish until I return you have full freedom.”
“Does that mean I can come to the war council?”
“I am sure Zachary wouldn’t mind, but his council might.” She comes to me to wrap her arms around my neck, smiling into me.
