~ Rhys ~ Clearing his throat, Rhys pulled on the corset, fitting it over the white shirt, grumbling his annoyance as he struggled to comprehend the stupid mechanics of such a garment. He already despised the apparel when removing it from the women he’d bedded. Now he loathed it even more after fiddling about with it to put it on properly. A quiet knock at the door stopped his movements. Rhys sniffed the air and strained his hearing to see if Caz may have followed him to his room. But the floral scent did not match Caz’s. In stepped a woman with short brown hair, pixie-like features, a pointed nose and sharp cheeks with a playfulness in her blue eyes. She was a few inches taller than Amira, and Rhys couldn’t deny how pretty she was. The clothes she wore accentuated her curves. Similar to what he wore, the woman was dressed in breeches, a corset and a long, jagged coat stopping just before her knees. All her clothing was in dark blues and navies that matched her eyes. “For someone
~ Amira ~ Amira grimaced as she stared at Rhys’ rock-hard cock. It seemed to stare back at her mockingly, twitching and urging her to take action. This dream had turned into a fricken nightmare! Why did her mind conjure up this image? Amira snorted as she glanced up at the leaves above. Who knew she had such a creative mind and made Rhys’ dick this big? He was a massive dick himself. That was the most reasonable explanation she could think of. He didn’t deserve the honour of wielding such a beast. Just those thoughts made her shiver in disgust. Was it because she was surrounded by men? Amira found them attractive but not to the point of making her underwear wet from desire, or in this case, a fricken erection! “I know the woods are nice and all, but I do hope you will take a piss and not toss one off with us around.” Amira’s head snapped to the side after hearing Zev’s comment. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, something she was never used to, but this was a whole new situa
~ Amira ~ Amira saw the men before Baltir could finish his sentence. They sprang out of hiding as though they had been waiting for them. How was that possible? This was not the king’s usual routine, and they didn’t venture that far into the forest. This wasn’t near the borders. Baltir cursed before hastily removing his shirt and lowering his breeches. As he transformed, his inked, muscular body quivered, and fur sprouted from his skin, morphing him into a magnificent grey and red wolf. Amira focused on doing the same, sighing when she realised her dream state would not allow her to shift into a wolf. She could only lucid dream to such a degree, she supposed. Baltir emitted a fierce growl as he lunged toward the men positioned at the nearby trees, simultaneously with other wolves and men. Amira sprinted to the spot she’d been sleeping on, skidding along the ground and inadvertently staining her trousers. She hastily retrieved her sword, unsheathing it, oblivious to the fact that t
~ Rhys ~ Nova pushed Rhys through the door of the rundown shop named Benny’s. He really wasn’t sure what to expect, but the display of women’s clothing ranged from outfits similar to Amira’s and Nova’s to lingerie and nightgowns. The shop seemed to have some mood lighting using tealight candles in that section of the shop. It was almost scandalous, really. Rhys knew if a Lady entered the shop, she’d probably faint. After feeling the cutting edge of Amira's blade, he knew that was not the case for her. Rhys, on the other hand, never went shopping. Tailors came to him for his fittings, and all his clothes were specially made for him. Although this place looked like most outfits were unidentical, Rhys had a feeling they were either made by the seamstress or stolen. “My, my, my! Nova! You finally brought Amira with you!” A man’s voice called from the side; he clapped his hands together and gazed at Rhys like that of a prized horse. Excitement filled his eyes as he scanned Rhys’ fea
~ Rhys ~ Benny led him to the storage room, confirming the inventory of the books. Rhys was taken aback when he realized that Amira, the woman who had attempted to assassinate him, a vicious rogue, someone he considered beneath him, was the mastermind behind such an ingenious idea. Rhys was starting to understand why Amira was one of the leaders of the rebels. The notion of facilitating exchanges of goods instead of money proved to be truly ingenious, benefiting the less fortunate. However, he couldn't help but wonder how someone genuinely impoverished would navigate this system. Then again, they were unlikely to visit a shop selling garments. It was surely a good system and something he would take note of and tell Baltir when he was back at the palace… Rhys’ thoughts trailed off as he glanced at his tiny hands holding a rusty blade. That was if he ever returned to his body. His perfectly shaped brows pulled together at that notion, reminding him once more of this cruel and irr
~ Rhys ~ Collapsing atop the bed, Rhys stared up at the ceiling, both grossed out and stunned by the sensitive tissue between his legs. This was something he needed to explore. It wasn’t his priority considering where he was, but today had turned into shopping with Nova and sexual harassment by Caz. He couldn’t call it sexual harassment, though, because it seems Amira and Caz were… He snarled, unable to conjure up the word ‘lovers’. It shouldn’t aggravate him, though. Unable to deal with these ludicrous thoughts, Rhys wanted more than anything to bathe off Caz’s stench. Where was the bathtub? He jumped up from the bed and left the room in search of the water closet. After opening a few unlocked doors and seeing some of the state of people’s rooms, Rhys rushed down the stairs, frustrated and in search of Amira’s cousin. He didn’t think it would come to this, but he was making a gamble. He stopped just before the table, a little wary at the group of men sitting at the circular tab
~ Rhys ~ Upon seeing the water closet closest to the study, the one Amira frequented the most, he felt as though he’d truly woken up in a nightmare. There was a bathtub, but it was empty. There were no taps to run water. But there was a bucket and a well beside it to gather water from and a grand open fireplace. “What am I supposed to do in here?” Rhys asked, putting his hands on his hips as he stared up at Zayyan. Zayyan continued to chew his gum as he looked back at the tub. “What? You forgot how to fill a tub?” He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Have your memories returned to when you were a little lady?” He snorted and strolled further into the dimly lit room. The only source of lighting was from one of the floor-to-ceiling high stained glass with images of roses, and there were some candleholders on the fireplace and melted candles on the iron chandelier above. Zayyan lit a few candles but left the chandelier, stopping just before the bathtub. “You have one lux
~ Amira ~It had been days since Amira left the king’s bed. Rhys’ body had really taken a hit this time. Both times the aconite poison had been injected close to his heart. It was shocking that she hadn’t died.While Amira writhed in pain, confined to her bed, she resumed plotting the king's assassination as per her usual schemes. The aconite had proven its usefulness, yet it fell short of taking his life. Although her dose was remarkably potent, that same poison coursed through his body the very next day. It left her no choice but to fight him to the death or contemplate beheading him.The idea of beheading him was a little… gruesome, even for her. Amira never liked the idea of beheading someone, not since her father’s execution. This was, of course, if she ever returned to her body.Other thoughts did occur to her, risky ones, and she wasn't going to try it. But if she killed herself in this body... Did Rhys die, and she'd return to her body? Or would she die and Rhys? If she wasn't