Twice Upon A Sword

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Chapter 29- I'll Protect You

--Vincenzo POV--

She wore brown riding pants with lace-up boots and a white, long-sleeved blouse. Her hair tied up into a high ponytail with a brown cloak on but it was one of those trendy cloaks where it only had a single button on the neck so everything underneath would be visible.

And it was definitely visible. Her long, shapely legs were on sight for everyone to see but she either didn’t care or didn’t notice. Of course, her legs were covered thanks to the fabric of the pants but it’s almost like a second skin.

“I’m ready,” She smiled up at me and I finally snapped out of my daze.

“Good, let’s go,” I turned around and fixed the reigns on Deus then turned to Nora who was looking around the area awkwardly.

“Where’s my horse?” She asked.

“You don’t have one,” I replied.

“What? Then how do you expect me to go?” She raised a questioning brow.

“You’ll ride with me,”

“Won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“You talk too much,” I mumbled, moving forward and grabbing hold of her waist as she released a shocked yelp when I suddenly pulled her up and gently placed her on Deus’s back.

“Sling your leg over,” I ordered, and with a cute pout, she did as told and I had to bite back a smile at that, getting on behind her and holding the reigns.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” I leaned down to whisper in her ear and craved to see her reaction. Her face was probably that adorable shade of red when she blushed.

“That’s my job though,” I heard her sigh but pretended not to hear and flicked the reigns. Deus started out with a trot and all my men followed with Don’s horse beside mine but as the number of people on the streets began to lessen, we picked up the pace.

I only hoped that we got there fast enough.

--Eleanora POV--

“Don’t you have a surname?”


“Why not?”

“I don’t know. No one ever gave me one,”

“Didn’t your parents have any surnames. Do you remember them?”

“No,” I answered simply.

I don’t remember anything about my birth parents, I have the faint image of my father who had the same blonde hair like me but that was it, I don’t even know his name and don’t even get me started on my mother, she died giving birth to me and we were too poor to be able to afford a painting so I didn’t know what she looked like.

I was curious about it before but I never paid much attention to it since I was beyond happy with Arturo and the rest of the mages of Andreas.

We were currently sitting on the back of Amadeus and while I was fiddling with his mane, I was also chatting to Vince, or rather, he was asking me questions which I didn’t mind answering and I made sure to take a few chances and ask him some questions of my own too.

“How big was Andreas?”

“It was quite small compared to what it is right now, maybe half the size of the capital city?” I thought allowed and he hummed in response.

“When’s your birthday?”

“Does that matter?” I asked. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years and I never thought much of it, I never paid attention to the dates anymore anyway.

“It does,”

“Well, when’s your birthday?” I turned my head around to meet his gaze and he smirked.

“The 10th day of the seventh month,” He answered.

“Mine’s on the first day of the last month,” I said, turning back around to face forward.

Vince’s hands were at my sides as he held onto the reigns in front of me, I could feel his body heat seeping into mine and his breath on the back of my head. My back was pressed comfortably against his chest and it took some time to get used to but I won’t deny the fact that I liked it.

“It doesn’t suit you,” He mumbled.

“How so?” I felt one of my brows raise.

“When I see you, I’m reminded of warmth. You’re like the sun but your birthday’s in winter when the moons in the sky longer than the sun,”

“The same could be said about you,” I smiled. “You’re like the moon and your eyes are like stardust. Like the moon, you seem like a person that’s always in a calm state of mind and yet your birthday is in the summer when the moon is seen the least,”

I felt his chest vibrate in laughter.

“We’re complete opposites, you and I,” I mumbled in realisation and he paused with his laughter, probably frowning at me.

“People say that opposite’s attract,”

“Are you saying you’re attracted to me?” I joked.

“Yes,” I was surprised by his bluntness.

“I agree,” I mumbled.

“You do?” He seemed surprised.

“Yes. Arturo always told me that two people of similar nature can never get along but two opposite’s will create a paradox together and harmonize with each other instead of creating a senseless contradiction,”

“He seems like a smart man,” Vince said.

“He wasn’t really,” I mumbled.

“Really?” He coughed out a laugh.

“Yes, if you met him then you would never have been able to guess that he was the head mage. He was a crazy man always doing wild things and laughing at the worst moments, believe it or not, he probably got shouted at much more than me by Selene,”

“Is Selene another mage?”

“Yes, she was always grumpy and complaining about something,” But still, I loved her.

“Do you want to go back?”

“I can’t go back,”


“I don’t know,” I mumbled.

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t want to change anything. Whether I’m free or not, I want to be able to live a life based on my decisions. If I try to change all the bad things that happened in my life then I may never be happy,”

“You’re... a really deep person,” This time I was the one that laughed at him.

“It’s a natural thing, it’ll happen if you’ve been alive for over 400 years,” I laughed and he laughed along with me.

“Ugh, you lovebirds make me sick,” Silas appeared beside us, sat on his own horse.

“We’re not birds,” I informed.

“That’s not what he meant,” Vince leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Then what?” I moved my head to look at him and asked.

Rolling his eyes, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned down to place a light, feathery kiss on the top of my head. I was frozen shook for a moment but quickly snapped out of it and glared at him.

“I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” I watched as Silas glared at himself and huffed before prancing off ahead of us.

“Say, Vince...” He hummed, a sign for me to continue.

“I thought we were in a rush,”

“We are,”

“Then why are we riding so slowly. At the pace that we’re currently going, it’ll be faster to just walk,” I heard groans and whispers of agreement from Don and the other people that were travelling with us but they all instantly shut up when Vince turned to glare at them.

“I don’t want the horses to get tired,”

That wasn’t a very good excuse.

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