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Worth of a Mist MarePounding on the door entered his numbed mind. “The banquet is prepared you’re summoned in the name of the king.” A servant bellowed through the layers of wood.Bloody hell. It was apparent the knock was what had woken him.Knock. That’s a loose word for it. The servant’s thudding had rattled the door.Sighing, Zier rose and straightened his tunic, pulling his boots back on and running a hand through his yellow hair to push wet blonde strands from his face. Blinking blearily.True to his word Eben had laid out a huge banquet in their honor.“I’ve caught nothing yet!” Zier reminded the King.“I’ll hear none of it!” He put up a halting hand. “Sit.” He pointed to the line of chairs across from him.Only Zier sat aside the king. And Captain Dorin on the other. In the honored seats next to the king.Trenchers of glazed vegetables, fish and chicken intermingled with the aromas of bread and fresh cut flowers.What I wouldn’t have given for this when I was starving on the
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A Rope to Bind HerWhich you know very well!Eben sighed. “I know my friend. I understand your reasoning for being a knight. You’d be my most trusted defender, my fiercest warrior.”“I would look after the King I consider brother!” Zierno shoved his trencher aside.No assassin could get close enough to look at you, much less kill you. And the Netherlands would remain a free country. Separate from the type of tyranny ruling Nightway and Igonox.“You’re ambitious and your motives rightly set but why do you hunger for it so passionately?”“I don’t trust Dorin. I never have. He’s a man with a price and would offer you up for enough coin.”“He knows his place unlike many.” Eben lashed out.Zier lifted his chin and his gaze turned to a hard glint.Eben gave another heavy sigh. “I can only grant you what you desire if you accomplish a feat worthy of knighthood.”The doors to the Dining Hall were tossed open. “Forgive me your highness. I came at Zier’s command to notify him if word came of a
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She Waited for MeZier was already outside mounting his horse when he realized he’d been so stunned at the man’s reaction to his arrival that he’d not introduced himself.Going in search of the animal proved that her ideal climate had settled over Feglen. A mist so thickhe could hardly see the two riders at the back of their pack. They’d gotten off the horses to silence their steps. A sensation that sent Zier’s head to itching and his skin to prickling caused him to gesture for the men to tie the horses. They wound the reins around a narrow stump and left them chomping on grass. The men were obviously as unsettled as Zierno. He wondered if they were picking up on him or whatever wafted through the air. A quick glance at them showed they’d drawn their weapons.Reflexively he’d drawn his dagger. His warriors instinct had chosen the weapon he sensed would be the most effective. It surprised him that without thought that had been the one he’d drawn. It meant he was likely near beast rath
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A Most Feared MercenaryLucas did as ordered.Obligingly, she stuck her snout in the bag to chomp at tender granules.Zier carefully wound the loop of rope beneath the bag and flipped it over her neck.He froze. Don’t run.Shaking her mane slightly she shifted but didn’t move away.Stay…Don’t bolt… He willed her. All his visions of being Eben’s Captain of Guard floating before his eyes.I’m so close…Blowing out a quiet breath he pushed the knot tight against her neck, careful to avoid contact with so much as a single hair. Heart pounding, he vaguely registered that he suddenly felt very sad, disappointed in himself, despite his triumph in catching the animal.She’s a rare beast. Meant to be free.A shame she’ll now be stabled the same as any other horse.Brows lifting, he glanced over and saw a wide, heavily lashed eye watching him steadily. Chomping away she remained tensed as she was but still didn’t shy.Eyes flicking to Lucas he shouted for him to stop.Lucas’ hand shook as he re
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AmbitionsThey crossed the bailey and took the stone walkway through the large double doors to the inner sanctum of the castle.The horse’s hooves clicking over the cobbles as they were led just inside the King’s outer Throne Room.Suddenly the mare exploded.Forcing the stallions to fight to control her, the mare suddenly bucked. Shockingly strong for her minute size.Heretic received a solid kick to the haunches. His head spun back to look at her.Zier gave his cheek two pats, directing him.Instead of reacting on the rage Zierno glimpsed, Heretic snorted at the other male. Causing the other war horse to pivot with him.They both pinned her hind end firmly between them. Twisting their heads away, which tightened the ropes holding her neck. Well trained in what to do with belligerent captives.Making her duck her head but against them but keep moving forward. Snorting as she fought for breath against the bigger mounts.Immobilized she gave a high whinny of objection but was still. Lo
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To Touch a Mist MareZierno was awestruck by the look of her in this glorious room.The light beaming down caught in the sparkling glints of silver in her white coat, making her shine like sunlight across a watery surface. Shimmering as brightly as the stone floor.Zierno turned triumphantly to the crowd in the Receiving Room. Assembled so speedily to take in this sight.Servants scattered to the far walls, staring in awe at the flawless creature. Her mane fell in shining waves and her tail draped down to drag across the marble behind her. Her hooves were an unnatural white, almost opalescent. Wide golden eyes beneath heavy black lashes flicked up to glance at the king. Watching the beast Zier saw fear in her gaze for the first time as the king began slowly stepping down the stairs to the lower level. His stare was riveted on her velvet muzzle and flowing mane, soft and beckoning touching them was irresistible.Zierno saw Eben’s eyes glazing and the way he looked at the mare. Certain
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SeveredEben’s fingers were covered in a thick white substance which was now spider-webbing over the back of his hand. Her flesh formed around the sides of his palm. Trying to consume his hand.Dorin, The Captain of the Guard, immediately began commanding his force. Turning on Zierno. “You and your men get back!”Zierno glared at him.“Now!”Guards caught Zierno’s arms and began pulling him away from Eben.Drawing his sword, Dorin spoke to Eben. His tone calm, uncaring, despite the chaos. “When I tell you, pull away from it as hard as you can.”The beast was tossing its head. Eyes flaring red and then going gold alternately. Shaking as though having some inward struggle.Dorin intends to take advantage of that.Zierno could see it unfolding.“Don’t!” He shouted at Eben, struggling against the guards holding him. “If you miss, you could kill him!”“Do it!” Dorin ordered.Lip curled in disgust and teeth gritted Eben gave a stiff nod. He threw his weight backward, yanking the mare’s flex
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RecompenseEben was shouting in his face. Intent on hanging the animal’s head above his mantle in vengeance for her crimes.It struck Zier that doing so would be quite a shame. She is one of a kind.He remembered how trustingly she’d allowed him to lead her into the castle.Zier’s brows drew together, and his chest was heaving with his anger. Furious that Eben would accuse him of purposely betraying him.And then tell me what to do with the prize I acquired.Yes, Zierno had intended her to be Eben’s but the thought of slaughtering her in the King’s name seemed a damn shame.“It’s a waste of a powerful beast.” Zier objected.“I’ll make that decision, Mercenary.” Eben hissed.Twice today, he’s reminded me how low I am.Gritting his teeth, Zierno collected his sword and spun. His cloak billowing around behind him as his boots clicked over the marbled floor. He adjusted it over his shoulder. Straightening where it dangled, from his recent toil.Storming through the doors of the Receiving
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