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Warrior’s Bride (Pt 12)

Chapter Twelve

This time it was Cadell who laughed, his head shaking, giving a teasing grimace “I wish I could be sure you are joking princess, but in my experience you women never joke about clothes”

Tialla gave a small snort, before she flashed him another wicked smile “It is not the clothes you should worry about. It is when I need to ask for your space to fit the shoes”

Cadell joined in with her teasing, his features scrunching up in mock pain “Dear Gods save me from that”

Another tinkle of laughter escaped Tialla, before she seemed to become more thoughtful, regarding him warily “I know so little about you Cadell. Your words out there were not what I expected. Did you mean them?”

Returning her look with surprise the laughter left him, as a gentleness descended upon him, his head nodding “Yes, everyone”

Dropping her eyes from his, pleasure infused her, before she allowed herself for the first time to think of herself “I will be your queen. What are the tradition of your province with regards to other wives – harems?”

This time Cadell moved closer, his hands covering her upper arms, her eyes lifting and colliding with is “When I take a queen, then I forsake all other women. I do not claim that I have led a pure life Tialla, far from it, but my queen can be reassured that she will be the only woman in my bed” his voice softening “Our children will be the only heirs to my provinces. Does that answer your question?”

Tialla could feel her heart jackhammering in her chest, as she gave a sharp nod, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips. Then he was dragging her closer, his head bending as he laid his mouth over hers. There was no attempt to take, or force himself, his lips only just touching hers, he pausing as though waiting.

Tialla moaned. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted it badly, she rising onto her tip-toes to bring her mouth harder to his, this all the permission he seemed to be waiting for as his mouth crushed hers, his arms wrapping around her, dragging her harder to him. She did not fight him, but surrendered, her arms snaking around his neck. As her lips parted, he surged in, his tongue exploring the softness of her, puling an even hotter reaction from her.

Tialla was ablaze. She felt like she was crawling out of her skin with the need surging through her. She had never before felt so out of control. Her life was filled with the need to serve, to maintain a calm ability to rule, yet at that moment all she could think of was the man bringing such disruption to every cell in her body.

She was unaware of him moving, stepping with her, until she felt the hard wall at her back. His hands dropped, sensually caressing her waist, moving upwards until she felt them cup her breasts, his thumb and fingers sliding over the nipples.

Molten hot lava shot through Tialla, the sensations zipping down her belly, an ache building between her legs. She wriggled against him, frustration building. She wanted…She was not sure what she wanted, only that he was the person who could douse the flames enveloping her.

“Sir. The council will be ready in five minutes to bestow their official blessing on you and the princess”

The cried voice from the other side of the door made both jump. Their lips torn from the other, the moment of almost desperate mutual need gone. Groaning, he cried back “We will be there” before dropping his forehead onto hers, his voice a little breathless “By the Gods. I don’t know how long I will be able to keep my hands from you. You excite me more than any woman ever has”

Tialla could only stare back, she panting as her breasts rose and fell as though she had been running a mile. “I…I’m sorry. I don’t know what just happened”

His lips twisted into a rueful smile “What just happened princess is evidence that my fidelity to you will be an easy promise to make” he taking in a deep breath before stepping back, a smile on his handsome features. Lifting his hand in offering, he looked as disappointed as she “I think that we should go” adding in a voice more than just a little husky “Before we get to the point that Tol Dor becomes a moot point”

Pushing from the wall, she managed a nervous laugh, taking his hand. “Yes. We should not leave our invited guests waiting”

Tialla moved to the official blessing in a partial daze. Her uncle walked her down to the two thrones, were Cadell waited, he stood before them awaiting her as was expected. Harbin winked at them both as he placed her hand in Cadell’s, his voice raised as he declared his blessing for the union. Then, hand-in-hand the two moved to the thrones, Cadell ensuring that she was seated first as was her place, before he took his seat. Then Harbin turned addressing the gentry of the realm, his loud booming voice declaring that Tol Dor would take place the next day, and a week from then the official crowning ceremony would be celebrated by all.

The assembled dignitaries stood, silently bowing to the pair, before the entire hall erupted into spontaneous applause. Once more Tialla held back the sigh. It seemed that the fact Cadell had attacked them was most definitely old news. From the looks on the people’s faces, he was already liked. Darting a quick look at him, she remembered the kiss. Would having this man as her husband be so bad?

Lifting her head proudly she once more pulled her protective cloak of suspicion around herself. Only time would tell, until then he was still an invader, though as his hand squeezed hers, she felt the way her heart quickened, for once hoping that perhaps he really was the man he seemed.

{next installment 10th April}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 11)

Chapter Eleven

Now it was Tialla’s turn to look, the surprise, despite her best efforts to hide it, evident. Her eyes dropped as her brows furrowed in confusion. Did he really mean it? Her mouth flattened. Of course not. None of them had. Her uncle thought her choosy, refusing all of the many suitors who presented themselves in her court. However, he was wrong. She refused them because not one showed real interest in her vision for the future, they only seeing a province they could rule.

Once more sliding her look to Cadell she pondered his words. He did not have to say what he had, the deal was struck, she was to be his queen, he her king. His word would be final, so why had he bothered?

His hand squeezing hers just as his head turned once again made the breath in her throat stall. His eyes were full of an intensity she had never before seen, and for the first time Tialla dared to hope. Out of such a terrible betrayal and act of violence, had she somehow found the one man who might actually share her vision?

As he lifted their joined hands, the crowd once more began to cheer, before seeming to settle into a chanted chorus.

“Tol Dor…Tol Dor…Tol Dor.”

Cadell chuckled beside her, the tradition of Tol Dor already explained to him. Dragging her in closer, his mouth tickled the soft hairs of her ear, a jolt rushing through her. “How in the many lands did your province come up with such a tradition? Having encountered many of the rulers who must have sought your hand – I find it hard to believe that they would last an hour in the jungle, never mind surviving a week.”

Laughter spluttered from Tialla, her head nodding. It crossed her mind also when some of the more foppish suitors presented themselves, that she would have to save herself on the week-long right-of-marriage tradition.

Looking back at him her chin lifted, though there was still fun in her look. “Indeed, which is why I have spent many years learning appropriate skills to ensure my own survival – not my fault if the poor hapless groom cannot take care of himself. It never says that the groom has to survive the ritual – just that I do.”

Cadell laughed once more, nodding, “Yes you did seem a little handy with that knife”, she not able to retaliate as his arm once more rose. Instantly silence fell, Tialla holding down the groan at how quickly and completely he had won over her people. It seemed that despite the fact he was an invader it no longer seemed to matter, instead he was quickly becoming seen as a rescuing hero. Yes, Cadell of Karok certainly could charm the masses, she having to fight the urge to roll her eyes at the way her own ladies seemed infatuated by the man. She would not be such an easy conquest.

“The tradition of Tol Dor will be upheld, as is right.” Another cheer rose from the audience below. “Tomorrow we shall set forth and one week from then the joining ceremony will take place. I look forward to combining our provinces and our peoples.”

As though on cue, his men, who till then had stood motionless in the background, moved forward. From their sides, all produced a sack and began to remove sweet tidbits before moving into the crowd, offering the delicacies.

Tialla’s mouth dropped, her gaze disbelieving seeing the seemingly ruthless cut-throat army smiling and handing out the treats. “As is traditional in my province, please accept sweets to signify the sweetness of our union.”

Below Tialla could see the people swarming around the soldiers, the men only moments ago feared and avoided, now laughing and joking with her people, they shaking hands and conversing happily.

Tugging on her hand, Cadell pulled her back, the two leaving the large balcony hand-in-hand.

Tialla was still shaking her head at her last sight of the scene below. Only minutes ago she had stood concerned that her people would never accept the man who swept into her province, a hostile would-be ruler. Now they jostled with each other to shake hands with the very same soldiers who would have sought to rule them. Her look turned to Cadell, he had completely and utterly charmed them, her head once more shaking.

Cadell smiled at her. “What?”, his question tinged with laughter seeing the obvious bemusement on her features.

“Is that really a tradition of your province?”

Now he chuckled, his shoulders shrugging as he gave her a conspiratorial wink. “Is now. Traditions have to start somewhere right?”

Tialla could not hold back the peel of laughter which left her, her large eyes shining with admiration. “You really are a cunning man Cadell of Karok.”

He however, turned from her, Tialla not seeing the flash of heat in his eyes. Since the moment they met she had been tense around him, holding herself back, but that laugh had been genuine and carefree, her shinning features almost glowing. She truly was the most beautiful woman he ever met. But it was not just that. It had taken the knowledge that her people would accept him which made this transformation possible. She was no selfish, tyrannical ruler, she was a good and compassionate leader. She was as beautiful and true inside as outside. Cadell was not sure why this unsettled him, made his insides heat.

Shaking himself from his fanciful notions he turned once more, a smile on his lips. He should consider himself fortunate. He was at least marrying a woman he could respect, like even, definitely more than he ever expected. Most of the daughters of war lords or province rulers were concerned only with their own happiness and self-satisfaction, caring little for those of their people. Tialla of Leando was unique. She was intelligent and nobody’s fool – a very seductive combination, he suddenly finding his voice husky, “We should prepare for tomorrow. I understand that we are only permitted one shoulder bag each.”

Nodding, her eyes shone with fun. “Yes, not sure how many days’ worth of gowns I am going to be able to fit, bit I will endeavor to do my best.”

{next installment 28th Mar}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 10)

Chapter Ten

For the next two days Cadell had been the perfect gentleman, his attentiveness to her needs seeing all those in her palace soften their opinions towards him. Tialla however, continued to hold herself aloof. While she ensured that she was always polite, she never allowed herself to be alone with him, not sure how long her hard fought-for indifference would last if they were.

He had watched her with eyes which seemed to be amused in the way she would stand stiffly beside him, or avert her eyes – and hand if his ever landed on hers. While she hoped she was coming off as regal, she had the impression that he was humouring her the same way one would with a huffy child, this thought making her want to hit the man. Why did he get to her so?

On the third day, as was the tradition of her kingdom, the two, having sent out proclamations of their intended union, moved together onto the large balcony overlooking the palace courtyard. Tialla was touched to see as many of her subjects congregated below, her eyes not missing his soldiers strategically stood on the periphery of the assembly.

While the people had been peaceful towards the soldiers, both were only too aware how quickly that could change. Hostile armies were never fully welcomed, although their kindness and helpfulness to the population had gone a great way to stopping any signs of unrest. Even so, Tialla knew that the next few minutes would be crucial. It was important that her people accept Cadell, her mouth firming – even if she did not.

Tialla raised her arms. Instantly a hush descended upon the throng. Beside her Cadell held his breath. The fact that the people below loved and respected her was clear to see, their expressions rapt, waiting for their princess’s words.

“People of Leando.” Her voice, while normally soft, carried over the crowd, her words spoken with an authorative note. “It has been a tumultuous few days to say the least.” A small ripple of laughter moved through the crowd below, Cadell feeling the tension lesson slightly. “We find ourselves between two great warring armies, our little province by no fault of its own thrust into the middle of a war.”

He could see the way people fidgeted, their looks flicking briefly to his men. “We found ourselves attacked, with no warning”, the words full of accusation as Tialla briefly cast her look to him. “Fortunately, we were lucky not to suffer any fatalities and those injured have received assistance.”

Now her features became sadder, more melancholy. “Unfortunately, the ease with which we were overpowered shows how ill-prepared for such attacks we are – how easy a target we are.” Taking a deep breath, she held a hand up indicating Cadell. “The leader of the army who attacked us is Cadell of Karok, and he is in dispute with a warlord who some of you may already be familiar with – Garel of Drakel.”

From the crowd he heard some gasps and even a few low screams. It seemed that some were indeed familiar with him. Lifting her hand once more for silence she ploughed on. “As strange as it may seem, we should consider ourselves fortunate that it was Lord Cadell who first entered our province. It has however highlighted a major problem we have, and while my uncle has offered his support…”, again her eyes flying briefly to his, the message clear that she was not going to be pushed around, “It is perhaps better to take a more long-term approach.”

For the first time Cadell could see a slight tremor in her hand, she quickly bringing it down and holding both together. “Therefore, it has been decided that the province of Leandro and that of Karok should be united in marriage.”

From below there a moment of silence before the crowd erupted in cheering. Cadell felt himself breathe out. That had been far easier than he expected.

When the noise died down Tialla once more cleared her throat. “May I introduce you to Cadell of Karok – your next king.”

As she spoke she turned facing him, her head bowing respectfully while her lovely eyes glared at him.

Cadell felt his lips twitch. She really was going to be a handful. Tialla would never be a woman who meekly obeyed. She would always fight her corner, challenging him, Cadell strangely looking forward to it.

With humour now in his eyes he stepped forward, the people below once more becoming hushed. “People of Leando, sometimes when one is steeped in war, we forget that there are those for whom violence and bloodshed are not a fact of life. We forget that there are those who live peacefully, creating a society we all crave – a society worth protecting. Leando with its culture of beauty and peace is one such province.”

He paused, Tialla surprised to see what seemed like real regret cross his handsome features. “If I could turn back the hands of time, then I would approach your princess with an offer of protection and not take those actions I did”, his eyes passing over all below.

Tialla saw how her people seemed to be enamoured with the man, her hackles rising. Damn him and his seemingly endless charm. “However, I do have it in my power to make amends, and I intend to offer my armies in the defense of Leando. Lord Harbin and I have talked at length, and we feel confident that with his and my forces united that we will ensure that Garel thinks twice before marching on Leando.”

A loud cheer rose from the crowd, Tialla seeing the relief in her people’s features. Now Cadell held out his hand to her, she forced to place her own in his as he pulled her by his side. “A wise man once told me that winning a war is not the hardest part. It is keeping the peace, and I must agree. It takes a very special person to win the peace. I have learnt of the many initiatives your princess – soon to be my queen – has implemented, and the many more she has proposed. I consider myself blessed to have found such a wonderful person, and it will be my greatest pleasure and privilege to support her in the future.”

(next installment 14th Mar)

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 9)

Chapter Nine

The guard on the other side stopped her, his bulk blocking her way as she came to a halt, her whole being needing to get away from Cadell. “Escort the princess to her uncle.” His authoritative voice behind her sounded unnerved and unmoved by what had just happened, Tialla still unable to look at him as the guard moved to the side to let her past.

By the time she reached the quarters she knew Harbin to be in, she had calmed down, the thudding of her heart now just a slight beating, her mind chastising herself for allowing Cadell to touch her, never mind… pushing the thought once more from her mind.

Harbin was delighted to see her, his look taking in the way she was now dressed, humour in his eyes. “You look much better than the last time I saw you”, his voice full of genuine warmth, his hand waving to indicate that she should sit. Gracefully, Tialla complied.

Once seated, Harbin’s look became more sombre, his eyes flicking to her finger, a wary smile on his face, she following his look.

“Why?” She had not needed to expand as her uncle regarded her thoughtfully before sighing softly, “Because it is best for you, best for this province and also best for my own.”

Tialla sat forward, a pleading look on her features. “This is not best uncle. The man is a beast. I beg you to withdraw your support… He has no wish to fight you…”

Harbin sat back, his head shaking. “Do not think that I gave my support without considerable thought Tialla. I had no choice”, holding his hand up to silence her as her mouth opened. “Please consider the situation my niece. If he leaves then Garel WILL attack. I had him checked out and the man has a reputation for brutality”, his look hardening. “The last city he marched into, he executed 1,000 people – men, women and children – just to stamp his authority.” Tialla gasped, her eyes widening with shock as her uncle continued. “If he remains then I will be forced to attack him, which will only weaken both of our forces and make both of us sitting targets for Garel. Of course I could sit back and do nothing. But then Garel will attack Leonardo and it will become a battlefield and result in thousands of deaths… Your people’s deaths.”

His voice softened. “So I was left with two choices. First, he remains in charge which leaves you as a deposed leader…and I support him, which I believed to be unacceptable, and not in the interest of your people. The second is for you to marry him, which will send a signal to Garel that he and I are allies. Even Garel would not take on two such powerful forces, and this will prevent a bloodbath.” She dropped her eyes as his hand gently covered hers. “There is another reason I favour the second option Tialla. I am a good judge of character…and I like him.”

She groaned as her eyes sought his. “He is a hostile occupier. He marched into my realm and imprisoned me and my people.”

Her uncle nodded. “And has he been brutal in his occupancy? No. He has shown great restraint and patience, his doctors ensuring that all those hurt in the attack receive medical assistance. He may be a warrior, but he is a good man also, one who will bring security to this province. He will make a good husband for you and by marrying him you will automatically become queen.”

She ran her hand across her brow, her hand shaking. “Only because he will be king.”

Tialla slumped back into her chair, the truth in his words filling her, her look defeated. “You know that he held a knife to my throat”, she muttered as her uncle laughed softly.

“I heard that you pulled a knife on him also.” Her lips twitched as the memory made her chuckle softly. “He asked for it.”

Harbin nodded, his look affectionate towards his charge. Taking a deep breath she sat taller, her look surer as she gave him a sad smile. “You are a wise man uncle.”

Harbin nodded softly. “I have lived a long life Tialla”, his voice gentle, “Give him a chance… I see great things for the two of you.”

Exhaling a long sigh, she stood, acceptance in her eyes. “Well it seems that I have little choice, but you obviously see something within him that I do not.” Her uncle gave a small laugh as he joined her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. Pulling back slightly, she gave him a smile. “Thank you for coming uncle… I dread to think what he might have done had you not intervened”, before she once more moved to the door, the guard escorting her back to her quarters.

While her ladies surrounded her the minute she re-entered her quarters, she sent them all away, the need to be alone swamping her. Sitting, she felt panic fill her. For years now she had successfully warded off all advances of marriage, her mouth curling bitterly. It had taken an act of aggression to force her hand, anger sitting deep within her belly.

Tracing her finger along her lips, she frowned at the memory of his kiss. Why had she reacted? She hated this man did she not? Her head affirmed her hatred, yet something deep inside seemed to hesitate. While she struggled to hold onto her justified hatred, she could not help but wonder about him.

As her uncle pointed out, his men had gone to great lengths to help those hurt or put out by the attack, she having heard stories of soldiers helping citizens to fix damage to homes, and other small acts of kindness. Shuddering, she wondered if the stories he told of Garel, a man till that day she had never heard of, were true. If so, then she should be even more thankful.

Kicking off her shoes, she growled, the memory of his hands on her once more sending the strangest bolt through her, she taking in a deep breathe. She had to shore up her defences against this man, she finding that his charmed assault was far more deadly than his actual invasion. Yes, Cadell of Karok was a force to be reckoned with, her eyes flashing as she tilted her chin up proudly. But then again, so was she.

{Next installment 1st March}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 8)

Chapter Eight

Tialla felt her stomach drop.

“However, your uncle made it clear that if I did not come up with a way to remain within your realm which was acceptable to your people… and him, then he would have no choice but to attack me.”

She felt unease fill her, a sensation of dread rising within as she asked softly, “And have you found such a way?”, his head nodding gently as he regarded her seriously.

“Yes. Your uncle and I feel that a marriage between yourself and I would satisfy everybody. You would remain in control by my side and I would provide the security your realm badly needs.”

Tialla pulled her hands together under the table as she sat back, not wanting him to see how they shook, her spine bolt straight as she willed herself calm. Despite her best efforts, her voice shook slightly as she cleared her throat. “I do not find this to be a suitable solution… There must be another way.”

His head shook. “No… This was your uncle’s plan. I think that if you do not see it through, then he will step aside to allow me to govern.” Her eyes flicked around the room in panic, her mind searching for a way out, not aware as tears filled her lovely eyes, spilling softly down her cheeks as she fought to keep control.

His voice was soft. “Tialla, think of your people. My men are trained, they would treat them with respect and deference. They are men who enjoy freedom and fight to retain their own and their families. Garel is a monster. He has no regard for human life.” Her eyes flew to his as she heard almost a pained tone enter his voice, his eyes so dark full of sympathy for her situation. “I know that given the circumstances of our meeting, that you must see me as a monster too and I would like the opportunity to prove to you that I am a peaceful man, and would make a good husband for you.”

She looked away again, a small disbelieving sound leaving her lips as she dashed the back of her hand along her cheeks, angry that she was crying. “It seems that I have little choice”, her tone hardening. “It would also seem that you did indeed find a way to force me into your bed.”

His sigh was long as he leant forward, taking her hand, his hold tightening as she tried to pull free from him. “I hope that it will not be necessary to force you Tialla”, his hand pulling hers to his lips, his mouth brushing the softness of her skin, she surprised to find her body jumping with awareness.

Willing herself to remain emotionless, she held his look. “This is a decision forced upon me Cadell… Do not expect me to be a willing participant… And I would like to speak with my uncle.”

With a small rueful smile on his mouth, he released her, nodding softly. “Your uncle is currently our guest within his usual quarters. He is expecting you to visit him… But even now, word of our intended marriage is being conveyed to your people.”

Her eyes closed softly, hurt stamped clearly on Tialla as her head drooped slightly in defeat. “I see… So it is done, and I am sacrificed to your war.”

Pushing back her seat she rose. “Please excuse me. However, my appetite seems to have left and I would like to visit with my uncle as soon as possible.”

Cadell rose, inclining his head. “As you wish.” He moved to a table, Tialla stood unsure as he opened a wooden box before returning to her. “You will wear this as a symbol of our engagement”

Looking down she could see the ring, recognising it as that worn by her mother, her eyes flying to his. “Where did you get that?”, hurt on her voice as he grimaced.

“Your uncle sent it over to me… He informed me that according to your traditions your people would expect you to wear this when you became betrothed.”

Lifting her hand once more, he slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling for the first time the way her hand trembled, seeing as she fought to keep her lips from quivering, pain deep in her eyes. With a small groan Cadell was overcome with the need to comfort her, his hands holding her shoulders gently as he pulled her against himself. “I promise to be a good husband to you Tialla”, his words of earlier repeated as one hand moved to lift her chin to look up at him.

The intensity of feelings which hit them both was unexpected, both his hands moving to cup the back of her head as his mouth dropped, his lips gently taking hers. Tialla wanted to push him away, throw the ring back and demand that he release her, but the moment his mouth touched hers, she shuddered, her lips parting as his kiss deepened.

His touch was gentle, this unexpected as she felt her body sway against him, his mouth becoming more demanding as she kissed him back. Heat unfurled within her belly as her hands moved to slide along his chest, her arms rising to wrap around his neck as his wound around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. His tongue slid against hers, Tialla unaware as she groaned slightly, the sound almost a sigh in his mouth. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into this man, aware as he moved her backwards towards a deep couch, the two sinking into its softness as his kiss became demanding, his hands sliding along her waist, surely moving upwards until his thumb caressed the heightened nub, a gasp pulled from her.

It was hearing the small masculine growl from him that finally saw reality flood in, Tialla pushing herself away, landing on the marble floor, pushing herself back onto her feet, her eyes staring in disbelief at him. She could see the fire still burning within his eyes as he too rose, confusion on both their faces. Backing away from him, her aqua eyes dazed and wide, Tialla gave a small whimper as she spun around and half-ran to the door.

{next installment 14th February}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 7)

Chapter Seven

Tialla frowned softly. She had not expected him to show any remorse, especially to her ladies, noting the way the women blushed, their eyes dropping as they tried not to stare at the man. This time he was charming – totally at ease a warm smile on his features – she inwardly groaning seeing the way the women almost giggled as they looked at the tall, devastatingly attractive man before them. Clapping her hands angrily, their attention was once more pulled to their princess as she stood proudly before them, her eyes warning them as they melted away, bowing as they moved into other rooms.

Turning she faced him, her voice tinged with anger, “So Cadell of Karok, speak.”

He grinned again, Tialla not allowing herself to be taken in with the charm which seemed to fall so easily from him, he moving to the door, “I thought that we could have dinner together… Discuss it in more comfort.”

With eyes which narrowed, she nodded, moving out as he led her along corridors, chatting amicably about her realm, seeming not to notice that she remained tight-lipped by his side. As they entered her smallest dining room she flicked a look at him as he pulled the chair back for her on the small table set for two. The more formal robes he now wore suited him, his hair – cut shorter than most warriors – brushed back. He was handsome she had to admit, possessed of something which made her very aware of this brutal man, Tialla determined to stay on her guard and not become a giggling push-over like her ladies.

“You look stunning princess.” His words pulled her back from her thoughts as she gave him a haughty look ignoring his comment.

“Can I assume by your change of ‘approach’ that you no longer plan on finding me a place in your household… or bed?”, the last part bitten out angrily as he made a small grimace, his eyes shining with laughter.

“Like I said… Sometimes we do and say things which we would not dream of uttering under normal circumstances. I needed you compliant, and the best way to accomplish that seemed to have you afraid. I once more apologise for that.”

Glaring back at him, she raised her head proudly, “I do not fear you Cadell”, his lips quirking once more.

“No… I noticed that. You are a unique woman Tialla… But I do apologise for my words, I would never have forced you into my bed.”

Silenced by the arrival of the first course of their meal, she smiled at the servant she recognised as one of her own. As the man once more retreated back to the kitchen, she fixed Cadell with sombre eyes. “You will understand that I take your words now with more than a little bit of scepticism. You had me chained to the floor wearing slave girl silks while your men took great delight in loudly proclaiming what they would like to do with me.”

His look hardened as he nodded, “Forgive me princess… As I said it was necessary to ensure that your uncle realised quickly that you were no longer in control.”

Tialla placed her fork back on the table, her head turned to him as she frowned. “So you still plan on remaining within my realm. I cannot believe that Harbin would support such an action, therefore I would like to know what you and my uncle discussed.”

Sitting back against his chair Cadell regarded Tialla. She puzzled him – most women in her situation would be hysterical, terrified of what was to become of them, but not her. She sat calmly, her questions direct and to the point, his jaw resting on his hand as he considered her thoughtfully. “Your uncle worries for you Tialla.” Her look never wavered from his. “As I told you earlier, had I not invaded, then another would have. Your uncle has heard of my enemy Garel… And also of the kind of man he is and he knows that like I, he would want to hold this province.”

With the smallest of frowns creasing her smooth forehead, she spoke slowly, “Why?… What could my province possibly offer?”, something lighting her eyes as she gave a soft moan, the answer coming to her, “Our ports. Easy access to the sea.”

He nodded gently. “Yes. His armies on land are entrenched, and with my forces advancing further each day, he is becoming desperate. The only option left to him is to come up behind us. Your realm has easy access to the sea and the infrastructure for trading, offering an ideal opportunity.” Leaning forward slightly, his look held a note of apology, “I cannot allow Garel to hold your ports… And your defences are lacking, as I have clearly shown”, his features now stern. “We took your province in less than a morning. We met little-to-no resistance and neither would Garel have.”

Looking away she sighed softly, “We are a peaceful people, my lands are small… We have no need for armies.”

Cadell shook his head gently. “I am truly sorry that you have found yourself dragged into this Tialla… But I have to ensure that the ports are not used by my enemy… And while you do not see it yet, my actions will have saved many, many of your people’s lives.”

Tialla once more picked up her fork, her mouth delicately biting a small piece of the delicious fish as she pondered his words before turning to again hold his eyes, “You have still not answered my question… What did you and my uncle discuss?”

He too lifted his fork, a frown on his brow. “Your uncle persuaded me to see that he would be a greater ally than an enemy… And that you were much loved by your people and should be allowed to return to the throne.”

She looked on quietly, her insides fluttering with hope. “So, you wish to return me to the throne and pretend that you did not attack us and become… friends?”, her tone holding incredulity as he smiled once more.

“Princess, if I was to leave now, you would be a sitting target for Garel. No, whether you wish to believe it or not you need me and you need my army.”

{next installment 28th Jan}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 6)

Chapter Six

Harbin once more shook hands with Cadell, both smiling at the other as her uncle spoke, his words causing a confused frown to sit on her smooth brow. “I will see you soon Cadell… And in much happier circumstances I hope”, her captor nodding with a firm movement of his head.

As Harbin turned, his eyes fell on her, her uncle giving Tialla a big wink as he spun round and, with his procession, once more moved back out of the throne room. Moving to stand by her side, Cadell ordered his men to leave, declaring that he wished to be alone with the princess, Tialla hearing him call her respectfully by her title for the first time since they met.

As the room emptied she leapt to her feet, her chin raised defiantly. “Can I assume that my uncle explained what would happen if you and your thugs did not leave my realm immediately?”

Cadell raised his eyebrows, a hint of laughter in his eyes as he moved closer to where she stood, Tialla feeling a small shudder run through her as he towered over her, his imposing figure closer than she was comfortable with. “I think that you will find princess, that had my men been ‘thugs’ then your realm would be in a very bad way. My men are trained and have a very strict code by which they live. They do not hurt the innocent, because if they did then they would have to answer to me.”

She glared malevolently back at him. “You dare to say that to me. You attacked us with no warning and with no reason… Everybody who was hurt here today was innocent.”

He nodded softly, moving back a little from her. “The casualties were regrettable”, her look disbelieving as she spluttered on his word choice, his hand rising to silence her as he held her look, his sombre. “However, believe me, if it had not been I then it would have been another… And his men would have sacked the city and put many to the sword.”

In almost an accusatory whisper she glowered at him. “So you are telling me that I should be thankful… Because you were the better of two evils?”

Cadell grimaced. “Well it does take from the sentiment when you put it like that.”

Standing as tall as she could, stood regally, her head held high, she spoke with an air of authority, “Get out of my province Cadell of Karok and take your army with you.”

He regarded her for several seconds, admiring the woman for her bravery. She was a fighter he could tell, and incredibly beautiful, Harbin’s marriage solution one which was at that moment holding a great deal of attraction to him. “No.” His one word answer saw confusion cross her eyes, her brow furrowing, her mouth opening to speak more as he stepped forward towards the doors. “Come princess – allow me to have you escorted back to your ladies. I think that we will eat together in an hour, give you a chance to present yourself in a more seemly manner, also it will give you a chance to improve your mood and then discuss what is to be done.”

Tialla wanted to stamp her foot, to scream at this man, to demand answers, however already he had reached the door, pulling it wide to direct his men to escort her once more to her ladies. Stepping forward, head high, she scowled as he gave her a mocking half-bow, caustic words swallowed down as she once more returned to her quarters.

Her ladies were relieved to see her return, even more so to see her covered demurely with the cloak. Nadia threw herself at her feet. “I am sorry my princess”, tears in her eyes, “I put you in danger”, her voice shaking as her head dropped. “I deserve to be punished.”

Tialla placed her hand on her handmaiden’s shoulder, directing her back to her feet. “No Nadia… I did not feel comfortable with the plan in the first place. You did not know what you were going into. He could have put you straight to the sword, and you were prepared to die for me.”

Nadia nodded, her face still full of misery. “Always my princess, but he knew. I failed to protect you.”

For the first time a smile rose to Tialla’s lips. “No Nadia. He is not called Cadell the Cunning for nothing. You have nothing to apologise for… And I will not see you punished for offering your life for mine.”

The handmaiden looked at her mistress, her eyes shining with thanks and devotion as she whispered with real feeling, “I WOULD die for you my princess.”

Tialla took her hand, squeezing it assuredly. “Well, let us hope that nobody is going to die, shall we?”

Throwing off the cape, the women stared at her in stunned shock, seeing the silks she now wore, her eyes warning them not to ask as they ran in different directions to retrieve more appropriate clothing for her.

As the sands ran to the hour, there was a knock on the door, her ladies looking nervous knowing that she was once more meeting with the barbarian now controlling their realm. Tialla had remained silent, refusing to discuss the meeting, instead dressing in her most regal robes, her hair once more styled on her head, this time her crown also sitting on her head, she wanting him to know that she was still the ruler of the province.

As the door was opened, she was surprised to see Cadell himself waiting on the other side, now dressed in more suitable garments, no weapons visible, the ladies shaking seeing the man who had terrified them in the throne room. With an ease which saw Tialla have to fist her small hands to hold down the anger, he stepped with ease into the room, his handsome features smiling at the women as he gave a small bow. “Ladies, I must apologise for our first meeting. However, sometimes one has to use techniques which would otherwise be abhorrent to us”, his eyes falling on Nadia, “I especially offer my apologies to you. It was brave of you to take your princess’s place.”

{next installment due 14th Jan 2015}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 5)

Chapter Five

Cadell sat silently listening as the other man spoke. “You and I Cadell, we are warriors forged in war. We can win battles and bring provinces to their knees… But what then? It is harder to keep the peace than it is to win a war. Tialla on the other hand, she is loved by her people… And mine. Not because she rules with fear, but because she understands the needs of those people. She knows how to keep peace.” His smile grew wider. “Did you know that she has implemented a system whereby her people receive monetary assistance in times of hardship, or that she is opening schools, free to all?”

Cadell raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I did not”, his voice reflecting his surprise.

Harbin nodded once more. “She is only 23, however she is the most intelligent, kind and loved person I have met. But I worry for her Cadell. Both she and her realm are easy targets, as you have so well this day proven. She is a peaceful woman and her armies are not well trained. She needs a man who will provide her with security and reign alongside her. However, she has refused each and every prince and warlord who has approached her, and I worry for her if she does not marry soon.”

Cadell frowned, “Are you suggesting I marry your niece Harbin?”, his tone full of the surprise he felt.

Harbin locked eyes with the younger warrior. “Yes. She will make a fine queen and compliment a man like you Cadell. She will provide strong children and she will love them because it is in her nature. In return you will provide both her and her realm the security they so badly need, and by marrying her you will gain myself as an ally… And I will admit, make me more confident about what happens to my own realm when I die.”

Cadell gave a small growl standing as he moved to the wall, leaning on it as he surveyed the man before him. “Not many men have the power to surprise me Harbin, but this was not the conversation I believed we would be having… Marriage was not something I had planned for some time.”

With another chuckle, Harbin nodded. “You are a mighty warrior Cadell. You should have a family”, his tone growing sadder, “Do not make the mistake I did and leave it too long… Having heirs is important – when you get to my age it is everything.”

Harbin could see the way the other man looked upwards, deep in thought, before his head fell once more to meet his look. “And will your niece agree to be my wife?”, his lips quirking softly, “I have not made the best impression on her so far.”

Standing and moving forward Harbin laughed loudly, “Well I cannot disagree with you there, but I am sure that a man like you can soon bring her round to seeing the benefits of such a marriage… You will certainly have my blessing. She is a dear girl, but perhaps a little headstrong. I promise you that you will not find her boring.”

For the first time a genuine smile appeared on Cadell’s features, Harbin noting how it gave him a gentler look, “Yes… Your niece has already pulled a knife on me.”

Harbin laughed even louder. “Now that sounds like my Tialla.”

Stepping forward Cadell offered his arm, the other man grasping his forearm also, an understanding struck between the two. “I look forward to calling you family Cadell”, his voice sincere as the warrior smiled back, another chuckle leaving him. “And for what it’s worth, in my experience women are more amenable when not shackled to the ground.”

Cadell’s lips quirked as he nodded, laughter in his eyes, “Well let us hope that when released she does not go for my throat”, both men moving towards the door to the throne room once more.

Tialla sat as though carved in stone, her every nerve taut as the men laughed, many making suggestive comments. When the door to the chamber opened, her head flew to it, hoping that somehow her uncle would have achieved the impossible, praying that she would soon be free, her province released. With eyes which grew wider with stunned shock, she took in the way the two men moved together towards the throne, both laughing like old friends, a bitter taste in her mouth. So she was betrayed and thrown to the beast of a man who had attacked her for no reason other than his own lust for power, hatred in her eyes as she stared at Cadell.

As the two reached where she knelt Cadell moved to hunch down before her, his look taking in the hatred in her eyes. She had been stunned to feel his hands release the collar around her throat, shocked even more as he took her hand lifting her to her feet. Retrieving the cloak dropped earlier by her handmaiden he draped it around her shoulders before indicating that she take the throne. Staring at her uncle in confusion she saw as his head inclined gently, a small sign of encouragement, before she moved to sit. She was aware of the difference in the other men as they stood taller, their eyes flicking to each other, no longer staring at her with lecherous eyes, their looks more guarded, respectful.

{next installment 23rd December}

Warrior’s Bride (Pt 4)

Chapter Four

“Of course, however, as with the rest of this province she is now my property.”

Harbin regarded the imposing warrior before him thoughtfully. He had heard many rumours of the ruler of Karok, not a man he ever expected to find himself dealing with. Many of those spoke of his ruthlessness, although others talked of his fairness in dealing with his subjects. Right now however, he was threatening his much-loved niece. Moving forward, his tone was even, “Perhaps we could talk privately, Cadell of Karok. This province and my own have a peaceful understanding which I would like to preserve.” Tialla stared, hurt in her eyes hearing his words as despondency filled her. He had been her last hope for freedom, his willingness to work with Cadell a bitter blow.

Looking up she could see the triumphant smile which filled the brutal man beside her, he nodding before indicating that the two move to a chamber off the throne room. Left alone, she was aware of the lecherous looks of the warriors, all their eyes now focussed on her, many openly leering. Raising her head proudly she turned from them, her posture regal, determined not to allow them to see the way her stomach flip-flopped with fear. Her own uncle, the man she had looked up to her whole life had betrayed her, her nails digging into her palms to stop the tears which warmly stung the back of her eyes. Resolutely, her chin rose even higher. She was a princess and whatever would happen, she would bear it with dignity.

In the chamber Cadell took a seat on one of the many high-backed chairs close to the unlit fire, indicating that the other man take the seat opposite, Harbin complying with a small nod. Seated, both men regarded each other for a few seconds, both sizing up the other. Cadell waited, his stance relaxed before the older man sighed, “We have a problem Cadell.”

The warrior before him raised an eyebrow, “And what would that be Harbin? I believe that I was very clear earlier.”

Harbin’s eyes hardened, “I wished this conversation in private because it is my hope that we can come to a resolution which will be acceptable to us both.”

Cadell nodded softly. “That is a good place to start. However, you must understand that I have already taken the province. So perhaps the time for diplomacy is over.”

Harbin smiled gently. “You may have captured this province Cadell, but that is a far cry from keeping it.”

The younger man stiffened in his seat, his look hardening, “Are you threatening me Harbin, because I do not take well to threats.”

Harbin watched the warrior closely. “I understand why you need this province Cadell. My sources have informed me of your fight with Garel of Drakel.”

Across from him he was aware as the other man stilled, his voice hard, “Do not think to take Garel’s side in this, because you would not like me for an enemy.”

Harbin gave a soft chuckle, Cadell scowling at his show of humour. “My aim here is not to become embroiled in any war. However, if we cannot reach a solution, then I will not take sides with your enemy. I will instead attack you. If your army has to fight my men on one side – and believe me Cadell you will not find my men as easy a victory as Tialla’s – then I would imagine that your enemy will take great delight in waiting to pick you off if you were successful. We both know that such a battle would reduce your fighting capability. You would be an easy target.”

Cadell sat back, his look thoughtful. He had heard of Harbin’s army, their exploits and fighting ability well known, and the only reason he had agreed to meet with the man when he seized power over Leando. He knew he spoke the truth and he had no real wish to take on the man before him. “As you say Harbin neither of us wants a war with the other, however, I am not prepared to leave Leando, you already know its strategic significance.”

Harbin nodded softly, a smile still playing on his lips. “Yes. I am also aware that even if you did leave then it would take little time for Garel to move in. In fact my sources tell me that even now he is moving an army this way”, a sad light entering his eyes. “It would seem that my late brother’s province is now at threat from two warring factions. However, I have heard much of Garel and my preference would be you Cadell.”

The man opposite laughed softly, “I am honoured Harbin… So we seem to be back to where we started are we not?”

The older man tapped his mouth thoughtfully for a few seconds, his words bringing a look of surprise to Cadell. “Tialla is a beautiful woman is she not?”

With a dismissive wave Cadell nodded. “Yes, very”, seeing the way the other man nodded.

“She is very dear to me, and as I have no children of my own, she will inherit my own province one day”, his eyes moving to the cold fireplace, a distant look within them. “However, she worries me. The law of this land states that she cannot become Queen in her own right until she reaches 25. Till then I allow her to govern with my support”, his words pointed, “And by support I mean with all the armies I have at my disposal.”

{next installment December 9th)

Warrior’s Bride (PT 3)

Chapter Three

With this he relaxed his hold on her, turning her to face him. With quick, deft movements he released the knots of her robe, the robe falling to the ground as her eyes stared in horror back at him, she now stood completely naked before him, feeling the heat fill her cheeks.

Again his look moved over her, his eyes filling with heat as he took in her perfect figure. Her pert breasts were large for her small frame. The nipples hardened, making him swallow the groan of want. Her flat stomach and curved back only added to the way his body reacted to her. Her bottom flared out with long shapely legs completing this perfect woman. Cadell smiled.

Tialla felt totally humiliated. Trying to turn from him his fingers dug into her shoulders keeping her still to allow him to take his time to let his look take in every perfect inch of her. “I heard that you were beautiful, and you do not disappoint”, his words gentle as she looked heavenward wishing that her torment would end.

Never before had she been treated like this, her insides shrivelling up. “You are a barbarian”, she bit out as he chuckled softly.

“If I was a barbarian Tialla, then you would already be my woman… I would have taken you on your very own throne.”

Closing her eyes she fought hard not to give herself over to the way her body tried to tremble, repeating over and over in her head that she was a princess. “What do you want?”

Cadell released her, moving to the table which had been placed behind the throne. She frowned as he handed silks to her, the kind of silks worn by harem girls, her mouth tightening. “Wear these”, he demanded.

Meeting his look, she shook her head, “I am not a harem girl”, his eyes full of mockery.

“It is those or nothing… Your choice… I have no problem with you remaining as you are… but in a few moments my men will be joining me.”

She snatched the top and bottom from him, quickly pulling the silken clothing on, relieved that while they showed much of her figure, they hid much more. When dressed he moved forward once more, she gasping in shock as his hands grabbed her hair held within a neat pleated knot, pulling her head back before quickly wrapping a leather collar around her throat. “No”, she moaned, her hands tearing at the circle around her neck as he pulled them once more to her side.

“If you keep fighting me I will have your hands tied behind your back. Do you understand?” Nodding, she stilled, her eyes daggers of hatred, Cadell only giving a laugh as his eyes flicked to her hair.

“Take it down”, adding softly as her mouth set in a mutinous line, “Or perhaps you would rather I did it.” With a scowl, she pulled the pins holding her long hair, allowing it to cascade around her back and shoulders, the length falling nearly to her bottom. Cadell held down the small growl. Thick wavy blonde hair framed her beauty, softening her features even more, his blood boiling alarmingly within his veins. She really was a woman any man would find delight in. “Kneel Tialla”, his request once more greeted with a snort of derision from her as again she refused.

Shaking his head softly he leant down retrieving a length of chain from under the throne, her eyes seeing the loop which had been hammered into the ground, following his actions with confusion. As he grabbed her neck and threaded the chain through the hoop on the collar she finally realised his intent, trying to pull away as he hauled on the chain Tialla falling to the ground unable to stand as the chain held her low to the ground. “You will learn one way or the other that if you do not obey then there are repercussions… and usually not good ones”, his voice soft, almost patient as she glared vehemently at him.

The sound of footsteps saw both turn as one of his men marched purposefully towards them. Stopping, he again saluted his commander. “The delegation is here Sir”, Cadell nodding as he once more took the throne .

“You know what to do.” She looked at him questioninglym his expression serious as his eyes fell to herm “I suggest that you stay silent Tialla, for your own good,” Before she was able to respond the doors flew open, his men moving silently into the room creating a line leading to the throne itself.

Tialla was aware as Cadell sat forward, his features sombre, her confused look following where he watched. With a half-sob, half-relieved cry she saw the delegation he mentioned, her guardian and uncle Harbin leading the five men. Coming to a stop feet from the throne, his eyes fell on his niece, anger deep in his eyes seeing her chained to the throne.

“What is the meaning of this Cadell of Karok?”, his voice low and dangerous, his look turning to the man sat on the throne, before his eyes turned to look more reassuringly at his niece. “Fear not your highness, your people support you.”

Tialla smiled bravely, her head nodding, “Thank you, tell them…”, before the chain around her neck was pulled tighter, her head dropping to the wood as she cried out unable to speak as Cadell stood towering over her his foot on the chain holding her down as he glared at Harbin.

“She no longer rules Harbin, and you should take care to address your comments to the new ruler unless you wish to be escorted back out from my palace.” With that he stepped off the chain, Tialla once more able to sit back, her eyes looking at her guardian, panic now shadowing them.

With a groan she saw the way her guardian made an apologetic inclination of his head, his eyes returning to Cadell. “Forgive me… You must understand that Tialla is my niece… It pains me to see her this way.” The man towering over her looked down, his hand gently stroking her head as she tried to pull away from his touch, the chain yanking her neck as he smiled, the curve of his lips devoid of any real humour.

{next installment 25th Nov}