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pulled out a cutter and gauze. I sat back, not knowing what to do except watch and pray. These two men were going to die, but they’d die for their king, my father. When I asked them to kill Darrin, they’d accepted the job. I’d given them all the information and payment I had, telling them in a note that after the deed they’d be on the run. Now I’d sell the jewelry and clothes on my back to save them. So much death. But it looked like I’d have to be the one to kill Prince Orphan-maker. He’d pay his weight in pain for this.
8 - Goththor
I pushed Yeger to run faster. But this time I didn’t outrun my company. Stiagwor, Paul , and a handful of guards that kept their mouths shut accompanied me. It was said a brothel of some stature lay beyond the wall of Allsveil and we’d gone to investigate. The cottage was tucked in an alcove of pine. Astride Yeger I turned to my man-at-arms. “Paul?”
Senior Cartell was not stupid. He knew what I wanted, and dismounted. My man-at-arms would enter first, search for the quarry I desired , and secure the brothel. His eyes betrayed pity before he turned and knocked on the door.
A hypocrite I was. Silently I prayed there wasn’t a woman who fit my desires or that Paul would lie and tell me there were none that matched my preference. There weren’t many women that could pass as my Brie. But fucking the real thing wasn’t an option. I needed someone I didn’t care about that was used to being treated—in ungentlemanly fashion. I wanted Brie, and I’d almost ridden her hard enough to break her last time.
She denied I’d hurt her. But that tiny voice and choked sob made me feel like a monster. I couldn’t do to my wife what I wanted. So, a whore that could take me would have to do. The door opened and Paul stepped inside.
Stiagwor, forever silent, kept his distance. The smell of his disgust never failed to wash over me in times like this. “A damn fine swordsman,” he’d called me. I owed him many times over for the days and nights I’d bade him to challenge me. Not because I wanted to better my swordplay, but because I couldn’t sleep after endless frustrated nights. My need grew worse when Bridgette was within my reach.
Stiagwor believed swordplay with him or Paul was better than bedding a whore. But I could only handle so much training before I got worn down and ached for the one I desperately wanted. Stiagwor pulled his horse next to Yeger and handed me an old worn leather bag. We called them beggar’s pouches. The cord tying the bag of coin was thin and easy to rip from my belt. Every so often, it was better to throw money on the ground than fight a horde of beggars with farm implements. Paul returned, jaw clenched, standing under the eaves of the two-story cottage.
I sighed. “You can lie to me, Paul.”
“If you don’t want to go in, then let’s leave,” Paul snapped.
I narrowed my eyes and leaned forward. After knowing a man for so many years, there were hardly any secrets between us. One might think my accusations of Paul sleeping with my wife would tear a man-at-arms and his king apart, but when you fight and kill back-to-back, everything changes. I knew deep in my heart that I could never hate Paul. We were brothers to the end. We even loved the same woman. It was harder for him, I could tell, because every whore I’d slept with, Paul would as well. And I only chose those who had Brie’s blonde hair, blue eyes, height, and lovely figure. “Would you stay?”
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
It was the answer I both dreaded and yearned for. Handing Yeger to Stiagwor I went.
“Why?” Paul ground out.
“Do you want to stop me?” I jutted out my chin. “Go ahead. I deserve every blow you’d deliver.”
“You hurt her. You torture yourself. It’s not necessary.”
That made me angry. Not necessary? Brie was a lady. But then I didn’t expect my man-at-arms to understand the difference between making love and fucking. In fact he
8 - Goththor
I pushed Yeger to run faster. But this time I didn’t outrun my company. Stiagwor, Paul , and a handful of guards that kept their mouths shut accompanied me. It was said a brothel of some stature lay beyond the wall of Allsveil and we’d gone to investigate. The cottage was tucked in an alcove of pine. Astride Yeger I turned to my man-at-arms. “Paul?”
Senior Cartell was not stupid. He knew what I wanted, and dismounted. My man-at-arms would enter first, search for the quarry I desired , and secure the brothel. His eyes betrayed pity before he turned and knocked on the door.
A hypocrite I was. Silently I prayed there wasn’t a woman who fit my desires or that Paul would lie and tell me there were none that matched my preference. There weren’t many women that could pass as my Brie. But fucking the real thing wasn’t an option. I needed someone I didn’t care about that was used to being treated—in ungentlemanly fashion. I wanted Brie, and I’d almost ridden her hard enough to break her last time.
She denied I’d hurt her. But that tiny voice and choked sob made me feel like a monster. I couldn’t do to my wife what I wanted. So, a whore that could take me would have to do. The door opened and Paul stepped inside.
Stiagwor, forever silent, kept his distance. The smell of his disgust never failed to wash over me in times like this. “A damn fine swordsman,” he’d called me. I owed him many times over for the days and nights I’d bade him to challenge me. Not because I wanted to better my swordplay, but because I couldn’t sleep after endless frustrated nights. My need grew worse when Bridgette was within my reach.
Stiagwor believed swordplay with him or Paul was better than bedding a whore. But I could only handle so much training before I got worn down and ached for the one I desperately wanted. Stiagwor pulled his horse next to Yeger and handed me an old worn leather bag. We called them beggar’s pouches. The cord tying the bag of coin was thin and easy to rip from my belt. Every so often, it was better to throw money on the ground than fight a horde of beggars with farm implements. Paul returned, jaw clenched, standing under the eaves of the two-story cottage.
I sighed. “You can lie to me, Paul.”
“If you don’t want to go in, then let’s leave,” Paul snapped.
I narrowed my eyes and leaned forward. After knowing a man for so many years, there were hardly any secrets between us. One might think my accusations of Paul sleeping with my wife would tear a man-at-arms and his king apart, but when you fight and kill back-to-back, everything changes. I knew deep in my heart that I could never hate Paul. We were brothers to the end. We even loved the same woman. It was harder for him, I could tell, because every whore I’d slept with, Paul would as well. And I only chose those who had Brie’s blonde hair, blue eyes, height, and lovely figure. “Would you stay?”
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
It was the answer I both dreaded and yearned for. Handing Yeger to Stiagwor I went.
“Why?” Paul ground out.
“Do you want to stop me?” I jutted out my chin. “Go ahead. I deserve every blow you’d deliver.”
“You hurt her. You torture yourself. It’s not necessary.”
That made me angry. Not necessary? Brie was a lady. But then I didn’t expect my man-at-arms to understand the difference between making love and fucking. In fact he
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