Branded

„I don't think you understand what's happening here. You're in chains, hanging from the walls of a cellar you will most likely not leave with a pulse," I hissed at him, agitated by the smug grin adorning his gorgeous face. Maybe the bastard had lost a few braincells when I smashed the butt of my blade across his temple.

His eyes raked over my form lazily, his lower lip between his teeth. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was checking me out.

But I knew better. This was the brother of the man who took everything from me. His silent enforcer. His executioner. The weapon killing for his master.

„Actually I am right where I want to be," his voice was low, a dark tone accompanied by a strange scratchiness which I guessed had something to do with the prominent scar that drew across his throat.

„You didn't really think that fake maid of yours had mastered to lure me out here and capture my heart with the simple promises of freedom and love, did you?"

What the fuck.

This wasn't going like I had planned at all.

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Reyna Maali was the heir to a kingdom that was ruled by her bloodline ever since scrolls had been written. For decades her family took care of their people and made the kingdom flourish with peace and stability.

Until a man with no banner crossed their borders and conquered everything that was once theirs.
Her parents were killed, much like all the other adults that held any type of political power or simply stood in their way.
The kingdom of Zorova had fallen.

The children were banished into exile and chased by his men and hounds across the border, into a life of suffering and fight for survival.

Making sure no exiled child would ever be able to return without the fear of being slaughtered on the spot again, all of them were branded like cattle.
An angry mark burned into their left wrists in the form of an X.

Now all the branded children only want one thing...

Revenge.

And they'll stop at nothing to get it.