FoxHall
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"Who are you?" The man growled. A black mask covered his face but I could still smell his rancid breath. "Catherine Fox, sir." I said with the expected feminine meekness. "No!" He bellowed at me. "What is your real name!" I was trapped up against a tavern wall. How I got in this obscene place, I'm scared to know. The man produced a dagger from his belt and held it to my throat. "Tell me girl! Or I shall remove your head and mount it above my mantle!" I bit my lip, telling myself it was all over. If today was to be my dying day, than I shall go out in a blaze of glory. "My name, sir, is Catherine Fox. I am the daughter of the Duke of FoxHall. I demand my release at once." I spoke with all the dignity I could muster, which was quite a lot considering the circumstances. The blade pressed to my throat. Drips of blood streaked down to pool in my collarbone. Still I did not give in. "I demand my release! Less I have you tried in the Kings court!" A man sitting at the counters head snapped up at my words. "Ronald, you have been drinking far too much. This woman is Catherine of FoxHall, the heir to the duchy, and a first cousin to the King. I suggest you release her immediately." The gentleman stood tall over both my assailant and I. Blonde wisps of hair clouded his blue eyes. Quite the contrast to my attacker, Ronald, who held the traits of a barbarian. After a couple grunts the behemoth released me. "Come Lady Fox, allow me to escort you back to FoxHall." The gentleman held his arm out to me and I took it gladly. Despite the fact that I, an unmarried lady, was to be seen leaving a tavern with a male at night, I was not worried at all. My mother however, was incapable of calming down. ~Book One of The Time of Kings Trilogy~
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The white fox will destroy the werewolf world. It's a legend that every wolf knows. We never hunt white foxes for fear it will be the one in the legend. If a white fox burrows in your territory, it's a sign of bad luck. We all run from white foxes. We were told as pups that if we were bad, the white fox would come to our pack, and the next day, our pack would have never existed. There are laws from the elders that if we find the white fox (not that anyone wants to or will), we were to hand it over immediately. We were not to engage in conversation with it or interact with it at all. So we never expected her to come so peacefully... | "What do you want from me?" I exclaimed. He stopped walking and laughed. "You stupid fuck. I want you to stop fighting me. I want you to shut up and do what I say." He grabbed me again. My muscles tensed and I tasted blood in my mouth. My pupils were dilated. He dragged me to the kitchen again and grabbed my cup that was still on the table. "Drink. It." I grabbed the glass and took a sip. His nose crinkled. "No. Down it. Drink the whole thing." I down it and coughed again. It was so bitter and I recoiled. My head spun and I felt like I was going to throw up. I held my head and closed my eyes. The world spun so much faster when I closed my eyes. He held me under my chin. "Listen. You pissed off a powerful man while you were gone. He wants you and I'm not giving you without a price. So next week, after the paperwork is filled out, you're gonna be good. Or I'll lower that price. Do you understand?" I nodded my head as best I could but it made me even dizzier. He let go of my chin and I felt myself falling. "Now you haven't drank that much. Don't tell me you're out for the count. I haven't even gotten started with you." he grabbed a bottle of beer and handed it to me. I almost dropped it but managed to grab the bottle by the neck right before it left my hand. "Drink." Word count: 64,974

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