Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
Regicide?
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She gasps.
“We are now under martial law,” Sir Emil continues in a lustful tone. “And the first law is that all women are to be married so that they can have children. The queen agrees with Regent Olaf that it is essential the kingdom increases its population.”
“But we have so few men,” she says.
“We will now be a polygamous society. Women who are not married will be sold to the highest bidder.” He glowers up at her. “Second, third, and such wives must abide by their husband’s and his first wife’s every rule. Not doing so will be punishable by death. Your brothel has been expropriated for the use of the kingdom to sell off unwed women. Are you married, Madame Swan?”
“I have accepted a marriage proposal,” she replies. She tries to think of how many girls work for her presently. If—when she marries Crimthann—they’ll purchase as many girls as they can.
“Since it hasn’t occurred yet, I am buying you as one of my extra wives.”
“Extra wives?” she asks.
“All your former workers have been sold already.” He leans over and gives a toothy smile. “Lucky I got you first.” He reaches for the reigns of her horse.
“What about Carl and Richard?” she asks as she grasps the handles of her knives.
Sir Emil shrugs. “They ran.”
Good she thinks. “I don’t think I can bear children.”
“We’ll have lots of opportunity to find out.”
She feels him pull the reigns tighter. Oh, well she thinks. It would have been nice to be married but she has no intentions of becoming a sex slave. “Did you take part of the rape and murder of the Ganbold family members?” Her voice is now cold and deadly.
“Those are treasonous words,” he warns as he uses one hand to grab the hem of her riding dress.
She spits into his eyes as she draws her nearest knife.
Sir Emil releases his grip and steps back, blinking his left eyelid as blood pours out of his right eye where a dagger is sunk deeply.
Madame Swan hears a whooshing sound near her left ear and glances ahead to the four other guards. One of them grasps his neck where an arrow now juts out. The sound of controlled hoof steps comes closer to her. She reaches forward and yanks her knife free. Sir Emil glares at her with his one good eye and draws his oversized bronze sword. She heaves her entire upper body forward and cuts open his forehead. As he wipes the blood from his left eye to see she slashes him across the neck.
Another arrow whooshes by her. Sir Emil is on the ground gasping as he tries to stifle the blood pouring from his neck with his hands. The only two remaining guards charge her way. They have their short swords drawn and leather hardened shields up. She knows she can’t beat them with knives. As she encourages Fylste to flee, Crimmthan charges by.
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