When the morrow ca, Altair had lifted a small wooden bucket and drenched himself beneath the icy waters. Steam danced from off his naked body, where the icy waters t his scorching heat. He moaned before the elents entwined with one another. Around the arm, blood ran with the flow of water down his palm from where his swordsmanship tore the flesh from his arms.
"M'lord," Shyla said demurely. The sting on her neck was incomprehensible to the throbbing of her loins. " Lord Edwin would like a word."
"Dry ," He commanded her, curious how far his bedevilnt had gone.
Shyla had not shied away. She lifted a rag that slt of roses and jasmine and reached for his... Altair stopped her smiling as a redness trailed up her neck. She nibbled at her lips, feeling herself going madder by the day.
"You may go now. Tend to Vanro." He commanded and dried himself, amused by that crestfallen expression she bore. Altair had to admit he was tempted. Shyla was indeed a beautiful specin. Every ounce of blood he took made his senses reel out of control, making it the best ti to train.
But it also made his blood boil for a woman's touch, especially when he took directly from the neck with his bare lips.
But Ren would not approve. Of that, he was sure.
Altair sighed, counting the days, feeling his restraint dwindling by the hour. He dressed himself in a black and gold tunic over black trousers, a belt to hang his sword, and boots. He left and had not bothered to look at Hilda shadowing him with the silvery crest of the howling wolf mounting the Crescent Moon on her pale black leather surcoat.
Her pink hair was tied in an intricate tail that rested at the center of her back.
"You look—"
"Save it," Hilda barked. "You haven't once looked at ." She said when he whirled to her, taking her all in with an amazed gleam.
"Stunning. Yes. That's the word." He said, grinning at the redness of her cheeks, and continued on into the main house. They made for the Great Halls, where Edwin, Aria, and the pale Bastard sat.
"Wow," Aria shone, staring at Hilda's pink hair. "Is that Riena? She is so pretty!"
"This is my knight, Hilda Strob," Altair said. "Reina will be here in six days, maybe less."
Edwin, with his sharp eyes, narrowed at the fierce aura around the pink-haired warrior. "I see you've recovered." He said, lowering his fork and knife. He gestured to an empty chair," Have a seat. Eat. There's enough for everyone.
Altair accepted, finding a seat beside Aria and Liana. He patted a chair for Hilda.
"This Reina… how old is she?" Edwin asked, lifting his fork and knife that began to cut into his slab of pork. "You speak of her so much I can all but place her in my mind."
"Like , she's twelve… though we look sixteen," Altair answered, stabbing his fork into his braised sausage, seeping with hot juices. "And she has red hair and red eyes."
"A redhead," Edwin said gravely.
"Oh, co on! You too?"
Liana only giggled. "My Lord, you mustn't reveal such a face so early. Lord Altair and Lady Reina are to wed," She said.
"She's… probably… a… whore," Vanro wheezed, coughing into a napkin that shone a vibrant red. He brushed his bloody nose. "You… are…"
"Vanro, you truly seem like a man hard-pressed to accept death," Altair said. "I only wonder when you will offer a tribute to the Sisters." He smiled almost devilishly. "You sure were begging for rcy that day beneath the altar."
Vanro had not the energy to rage or flail his arms. So he glared, opening his mouth where a stream of black blood thick as jelly gushed from out of his mouth, saring the table. He tumbled to the ground, hitting his head across the table and floor.
Liana pulled at her lady and covered her nose as Aria scread. The stench had been so foul she thought she saw black nodes rise from out of the blood that began to rise.
"Hells." Hilda cried and glared at the Bastard boy. "You—"
Altair placed a palm on her knee, and Hilda went silent.
Edwin had never looked paler. He was staring, not at his Bastard… but his son. The boy he took from in between his mother's legs.
"Call a Healer!" Edwin barked, charging at his son, convulsing over the ground. But none of the servants moved.
"They'll not help," Altair said, resisting the urge to smirk. "He's offended the Church of the Sepith. You ought to know they demand a price."
"...what… what do they want?" Edwin demanded, clutching his son into his arms. "Tell so…"
Altair could only shrug. "I don't know. I only saw him pleading with a scar-faced woman," He said. "You'll have to wake him up if you want to know."
"Noo!" Vanro cried, peeping his eyes open.
"Oh… he's still conscious."
"Vanro! Tell ! Tell what the Sisters want!" Edwin pleaded with his Bastard.
"Just let die, father… I'll… not… be a…man."
"My, how ruthless these sisters are," The Prince mused. "Though it is a small price to pay for your life... maybe."
I sure as hell would rather die.
It had taken a while for Edwin to understand his aning and less for him to snatch one of the table knives. He had not waited for Vanro's consent as he knocked him out and did the deed before everyone, severing Vanro's cock and balls in a single stroke.
RIP
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