The Necromantic Druidess
(Swords with Souls)
Cover by Darren Joy
Dark Fantasy Fiction
(Adult content)
As he chokes and sits up grasping his throat to close the wound, she rolls off the bed and pulls out a vial from an inner pocket and a small bag made of sheepskin. As his eyes dull, she spoons his blood into the vial before corking it. As he flops onto the bed, about to give one final gasp, she places the mouth of the bag over his mouth. Inside the bag is a tiny piece of quartz with iron inside. When his eyes glaze over, she pinches the bag shut and ties it tight with a leather thong.
Holding her knife as steady as she can, she dips its tip into the baron’s blood and draws out the three-star symbol of the sovereign onto a pillow case. Next, she carefully writes: Funds are owed in the handwriting of the King’s Treasurer.
Standing naked in front of a full-sized mirror beside a wash basin and using a nearby washcloth she rubs the baron’s blood from her face and body. When she is done her body starts to tremor and she crumbles to the ground and weeps quietly. This is the first time she has killed a human. The first time she has captured a soul.
Once clothed, she covers the baron up to his chin with the sheets. She checks her clothes, wig, and face once more in the mirror for any signs of blood. To be cautious she ties a scarf around her head.
When she feels confident there are no telling signs, she raps lightly on one of the double doors. A guard opens it. He stares down at her with an expression torn between professionalism and lust. She places a finger to her lips and whispers, “The lord is a sleep.” Her voice sounds controlled considering how hard her heart is pounding.
The guard nods to another guard farther down the dimly lit hallway before leading her down a set of stairs to a doorway that will allow her outdoors.
She thanks the guard with a sweet and not so innocent smile. Once the door is closed, she hurries towards the front of the castle where the drawbridge is. If an alarm has been sounded by then, she will slip into the bushes to change out of her disguise.
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