Updated: Oct 28, 2022
He came into our village like a shadow.
A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name.
Leaving wreckage in his wake.
But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise.
As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience.
Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand.
His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.
"Well done, Jade." His blue eyes were keen on me. "Get up."
I did but it was on unsteady legs. I gave him a wary look.
He watched me impassively.
I realized that his eyes were the clearest blue I'd ever seen. Like a sky on a cloudless summer day. But when he turned feral they glowed like the inside of a flame.
I tried to give him a look which would seem unafraid but knew that my eyes flitted like a scared doe.
He jumped into motion and I nearly screamed. He twisted and caught behind my knees and my shoulders. Lifting me and compressing me until I was in his arms in a bridal carry. Leaving behind him the smoky black tendrils that indicated he'd moved inhumanly fast again.
I need to remember what he is at all times.
Stay on my guard. I reminded myself.
My arm automatically slung over his muscled shoulders. The high bones of his shoulders moving as he carried me toward his bed.