The Necromantic Druidess

(Swords with Souls)

Cover by Darren Joy

Fantasy Fiction

(Adult content)

Before her, gazing like an oversized teen in lust is the current king’s uncle and former captain of the royal guard. A weapons master and noble who led by example before his brother, the old king granted him the title of baron. The truth of his nobleness would be complete if he hadn’t charmed so many girls, including her sister Gwen. At thirteen, her sister was a lady in waiting to the baroness. That is until she became pregnant two years ago and gave birth, like so many before her. When the baron found out, he had her sister cast out beyond the castle walls, in only a nightgown with a hungry babe suckling her swollen breast. Her sister later said she was willingly seduced.  But does a grown man, one who has committed himself to another, get to seduce one so young? Other girls did not fare as well. Found dying of frostbite in the winter months or forced to survive by selling their bodies. Tonight however, isn’t completely about revenge, but about the construction of the new king’s palace. Not only is the king destroying forested land to build his palace but he’s also altering the Tyne River.

She hopes the toxin in the wine flask, the one she insisted they share during the baron’s post hunting party, will give her an advantage. For months she has taken small dosages of the toxin to build up a partial immunity. So far, her senses are clear and his seem to be getting duller.

Right now, she is lying naked in the ruby red satin sheets of his immense bed. Earlier she allowed him to watch her disrobe at the side of his bed while his wife, Lady Elva, stays at her parent’s palace in Cold Wind Realm, getting ready to give birth.  Before she finished undressing Baron Rupert had tried to come closer but she had put up her hands for him to wait. If the night goes well, it will be the only time he gazes upon her naked body. His body is powerfully built; she can tell by the tightness of his now brandy stained shirt and how his thighs press tightly against his wide rimmed trousers. There is excess fat but it adds to the powerful appearance of his bull-like physique. Even now, past his prime, he still occasionally leads his men to battle. Something the sovereign has never done. Those skills will come in handy.

“Let me see this bull of a body of yours,” she coos at him, “and that part that grows like a horse in heat.” The broad smile on his wide face is charming. It’s a struggle not to like this man. She rolls herself in the silk sheets to hide the one arm that dangles towards the position of her carefully placed clothes that now lie under a pillow on the floor.

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