Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
Fallen Prince
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“You were the only one who brought me water afterwards,” the woman is saying when he gets to the stall.
“I-I didn’t understand what was happening at first,” the man says with a mixture of fear and shame.
Her voice coils with venom, “But you ploughed inside me just like the others.”
He peers into the stall. The light is dim but he sees the side profile of a woman wearing a cowl standing before a man kneeling on the floor. Although he doesn’t know his name he knows this man. A simple soldier who is always tasked with the least desirable jobs, like cleaning out stalls.
“At first—at first, I did,” the man says while staring at the woman’s boots. “I just wanted to be like the others. That’s all.”
“You have a newborn girl?” There’s a softness now to the woman’s voice.
Still not looking up the man replies, “Yes, I do.” He’s shivering now.
The woman lowers her cowl. Sir Oisen gawks. Long blonde hair flows down her shoulders. But peeking through the strands of hair he sees the tips of a quarter moon ear.
“Remember my visage,” she says coldly, “and name her Endellion.”
The man looks up. “Thank you, milady. I will name her Endellion.”
“Will you speak of me to others?” she asks pulling her cowl up.
“Never! I will never forget that you spared me.”
“You will be the only one I do,” she says with a hiss in her voice. “Stay kneeling until I’m gone.”
She turns so quickly that Sir Oisin jumps back. In that brief glance he can see how her eyes are wider apart than Propers; like his.
He remembers the news about the prince and rushes down the hall to the same stall he entered from. Before dawn appears, he needs to learn how the prince died and what it will mean for this kingdom.
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