Chapter 2
Summoned to the throne room, a human’s engaged in conversation with a guard. I’ve never entertained the idea of these creatures being appealing, but she has an alluring appearance. An admission that angers me, my scowl frightening her.
Joining us in the dining hall, it’s apparent that she finds us enchanting, as she’s unable to keep her hands off of her assigned guard. He doesn’t appear to be repulsed, encouraging her to continue her perusal of his anatomy. Well he can do what he will with her...
A human as my mate, I wouldn’t dare. Her kind needs to be wiped from this earth, and I plan on doing my part. Meeting with others of the same mind, we discuss plans to take down our first victim, the isle of man.
War has been declared, apart from the army of ten thousand, I lead my group of twenty mercenaries silently into the night. While the villagers slept, we set fire to homes.
Engaging in combat with the townsmen, no one is spared. Entering a home, I come upon a woman. Attacking, she’s no match for me, her life’s ended with my sword slicing her throat.
“Mum...”
It’s a small child, eyes sleep filled, I block his view of her. The sun shining brightly in the morning sky, his vision adjusts, and fear widens his eyes.
“Go back to bed.” I order him.
The wails and groans from the dying piercing the air, he scurries back to the safety of his room. The home is set aflame, as I exit.
“One more, or shall we take rest after this?”
“One more.” I reply.
The message has been received, I want it to be felt. Moving on to the capital, the water supply is poisoned.
“What am I to make of this? Brother, you must stop...”
“Have you told father?”
“No, he would put us to death...”
“Good, the humans are a plague to our earth, a disease... we’ll cure her of her ailment.”
“Not like this... nothing good can come of this, blood, death... please you must stop this.”
Nuala’s petition is lost on me, I care not for the human animal.
Walking the halls of the palace, I happen upon her and the guard, at practice. He’s teaching her swordsmanship, her skills are substandard.
“Nuada.” She says with a small bow, noticing my watch of them.
“Do not address me so informally.”
The daggers thrown my way, are countered with a derisive glare.
“My apologies Prince...” She replies, with a show of bowing extremely low. She holds the position, for much longer than necessary before rising.
“Mockery... did you teach it to mimic us also?”
“I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re not going to keep with your self-righteous persecution of me.”
“You must not know who I am, for you to speak...”
“The Princess only requests your repect, your highness. Your constant reference to her as “it”, is offensive.” States, the guard.
“Well then you must not know who I am either, for you know not your place, and you speak out of turn.”
“Oh ... you are a piece of work... You are severely due a lesson in manners.” She states, irritation evident on her face.
“And who’s going to be my teacher?” I ask, drawing my sword.
Mairi, a temptress with a temper, I swear that I saw murder in her eyes. Her guard interrupting her attempt, at raising her sword to me, the woman’s a fighter, or foolish.
“What have you done?”
“What needs to be done.”
The royal advisor’s called upon me in my rooms, a cold calculating man who only has his own interests at heart.
“Your declaration has put us in a grim situation.”
“But?”
“I find favor in your actions.”
Why am I not surprised...
