The Little Warrior Ch. 3

Byron exploded off the blanket as if he had been raised by invisible hands. He glared around as he made a beeline to his horse. Cassie jumped up to follow him.

"Byron! Wait! What are you going to do?"

"I am going to kill my brother. He has treated his own women as pieces of property, he will not do so to my woman. His threats were very real and he would carry them out. I am going to find him and make him wish he were dead. After that, I will stake him to the ground for the buzzards to eat him alive."

Cassie's heart warmed to his vehemence for her safety, but she also bristled at being "his" woman. As if she weren't a person in her own right! However, she didn't want Byron to harm his brother. That wasn't why she told him that he had told her that he would have her as his own before Byron would. She told him because she wanted him to put his arms around her and tell her that Lord Sinclaire would not truly do such a horrid thing.

Now her heart fell as she realized that he would and could and most likely do that and more to her. Chasing him to his horse and having Anen run past her to see what Byron was angry about and if he could help him, she cursed her skirts. Pleading with Byron to stay with her, she finally got him calmed down. Anen promised to do whatever necessary to keep Cassie safe from the evil man's hands.

Julia had packed all the picnic things and was carrying them to her own horse to follow them home. Anen helped her and soon all were on their way back to the castle. On the way, Cassie and Byron discussed the upcoming war and he was impressed with her knowledge and desire to be there. A thought flitted across his mind, then was gone. It wasn't gone for good though.

By the time they arrived at the stable, the conversation was involved and all four had made their opinions known. Anen knew that his master was to go along with the army to help lead them in the war. However, he had doubts as to whether or not he had told his future wife. Byron was to leave a week after the wedding.

After getting the horses to their trainers to be rubbed down and fed, the foursome split up. Julia and Cassie going to their chambers and Byron and Anen going to visit Cassie's father.

"We have to do something about your brother. You know that he will do

everything in his power to have Cassie. Lovely as she is, I don't blame him for his jealousy, but she is yours to wed. Not his. What do you think her father will do? He seems to like Sinclaire and is very similar to him. Very traditional in that women are not to speak and are not intelligent."

"I know that. But we have to warn him that his daughter's life may be in danger. Sinclaire has been known to go too far with his conquests and dumps them on the side of the road. The last girl I rescued was on the verge of death, as much from the exposure as from his treatment. She still has a limp. Poor thing." Byron was biting his lip, which he always did when thinking about something important. "Actually, I think that by putting a guard by Cassie's door under the pretense of guarding the bride from the groom would work. He would never suspect that I knew about his threats to Cassie. Do you think the king would go for it?"

"If he cares for his daughter or her reputation at all, he will. After all, you and your brother are his guests and he has an obligation to protect those within his walls. Including his own child. But do you think he would tell Sinclaire what we know?"

"Hmmmmmmm. A good question. Maybe we should keep it quiet and protect her on our own or not tell the king why a guard needs to be posted by her door." Byron let out a deep sigh and was able to collect his thoughts before confronting his father-in-law to be. He nodded at the guard standing duty by the throne room entrance.

"Yes, may I help you?" the skinny old man asked. He was in charge of who got to see the king and when. His name was Tyer.

"Yes, Tyer. I would like to see King Lance on a matter concerning his daughter. It is very important. I must see him immediately." Lord Byron said in his most authoritative voice.

"Lord, sir, may I inquire as to what the nature of this most important conversation you require of his Majesty?"

"No, you may not. Know this though, it may have bearing as to whether or not I shall marry his daughter and keep my lands free of his enemies."

Tyer looked at Byron with shock. This was indeed most serious business and needed to be taken care of immediately. He swept grandly into the inner chamber of the throne room to whisper the request of this young man to his Sire.

Within minutes the old man was back and escorted Lord Byron and his servant, Anen, into the presence of King Lance. "I hear you have some problems with my daughter? Is she not lovely enough to look at? Has she filled your head with her nonsense? Has she been found to not meet your standards?"

"No Sire, but what I have to say concerns her. May we speak privately?" Byron looked around at the full room of courtiers and guards. "Is there a place we can talk without being overheard?"

"This does sound like a grave matter if you are requisitioning a private audience. Follow me." Lance stepped down from dais and led the way to a hidden room just to the side of the throne. The doorway was hidden by a tapestry on the wall.

Pushing the tapestry aside, Lance signaled for Byron to enter first. After posting a guard by the doorway to ensure no eavesdroppers, he followed Byron and Anen. Seating himself on the edge of his chair, he looked at Byron waiting for him to begin.

"Sire. As you know, Princess Cassandra is a young and beautiful woman. As such, she needs personal protection. Her virtue and life have been threatened recently, and I believe she needs to be guarded when not with me. I am asking, as a father, for you to place guards at her doors each night."

"Her life has been threatened?" The color drained from Lance's face. This was what Byron had been hoping for.

"In a sense, yes. I just found out about it. She was told that before we wed, she will be taken by another man. this man has left other girls he has used to die. The latest one I rescued from the road, half dead from exposure and his beatings as well as abuse. She still has a limp. Do you want your daughter to end up like that child, for she was a child. Younger than Cassie."

Byron looked hard at Lance and willed him to say "no". Finally Lance looked back at Byron.

"I know Cassie is a willful child. She always has been. I have trouble with her views on women. She thinks women should be equal to men. But I love her deeply. She is my baby. I have four sons, but only one daughter. Unfortunately, my daughter should have been a son. She has the spirit to lead our people. She would have made a fine son. But she is a girl. A young defenseless girl. Who dared to commit this crime and threaten to do the same to my dear child?" Lance demanded of Byron.

"You know him well, Sire. It is my very own flesh and blood. I am upset that my own brother would want to deflower my fiancee, the one that he chose for me. But mine, nonetheless."

Anen gave Byron a look of triumph as they watched King Lance soak in this information. This is what they had hoped for. He hid his feelings for his daughter behind a gruff facade.

"With this knowledge, we can do something about it. How many others have there been? How did you find out?" The man looked beaten, worn out, aged beyond his years.

"There have been five that I have rescued over the last few years, however, I do not want him to know that we know about this. We have come up with a plan to put guards at her door so as to not raise Sinclaire's suspicions. You can declare that to protect her virtue for our wedding, you must post guards to keep watch over her, as well as me. You could lead on that you think that I would sneak into her chambers at night to take her before our wedding."

"You are right, in order to catch him, he must not know we know. Using your libido is the perfect excuse. Although, personally, I wouldn't blame you personally. I know how long a few weeks can be when you really want something. You have made it clear already that you adore my daughter. That will help. You have been open about your affections, which would allow others to think that I came to this conclusion myself. How did you find out about this? Did Cassie tell you?"

"Yes, apparently last night as he was dancing with her, he pulled her to him suggestively and told her that he would have her body before I would. He pressed against her and she felt his manhood on her hip. She didn't know what it was, but I did when she described it. He is despicable." Byron spat on the floor indicating his hatred of his older brother.

After talking for a little while longer, it was agreed that Anen would visit Julia in Cassie's chambers. While there, he would place a sharp dagger under Cassie's pillow, or have Julia do it. Just in case Sinclaire was able to get past the guards. He left immediately with Byron's small blade.

In the meantime, Cassie told Julia what had happened in detail the night before and explained why Byron was so upset. They changed into more suitable clothes and left for Cassie's daily lesson. Taking her sword with her, she hummed. She knew that Byron would protect her, and that her future husband was an honorable man. One whom she would be proud to call Husband.

After the warm up exercises, Cassie and her instructor began the daily routine, starting slowly and building up to the frantic swinging of a real fight. SHe improved daily, but the bleeding soon returned from all the effort on her arm. Soon she began to tire and made mistakes. That was when she noticed the bloody sleeve for the first time.

"Oh damn! It opened again." She rested her arms across the hilt of the sword as she stood it tip down on the ground. Mikel inspected her wound. It had torn some stitches and needed to be sewn again.

"I sliced you pretty well, didn't I, Princess?" He chuckled knowing that such injured were conducive to training. "We are finished for today, you need to have it looked at again, and we will rest your arm tomorrow and the day after to give your arm a good start on healing." He saluted Cassie and she saluted back.

Julia fetched the doctor who fixed her the night before, again as the night before, while Cassie was bathing. Cassie carefully cleaned the cut and pulled out the torn stitches as the water relaxed her muscles. She felt a presence behind her and thought it was Julia back. She turned and was shocked to see Sinclaire standing behind her tub.

"So, my little butterfly has a wound." He sneered. "No matter, I will have you anyway. My little brother doesn't know what a catch he has found in you." His gaze obviously moving over her wet nakedness. She tried to cover up, but he still made her feel as if she were on display. The look in his eyes obviously lustful.

"Go away. Leave me alone. I am not your wife, however, my rank is higher than yours. How that must make you seethe. A woman has a higher rank than you." She laughed at his dark look, determined not to let him see her fear. "I have power over you, and you hate that. With a single word, I can have you banished or even beheaded." She sneered back, her triumph complete as his gasp and his fury evident.

"You may think you are safe now, but I will have you under me, in the same state as you are now. Nude. Your breasts will be mine to do with as I please, as well as your womanhood. I will make you a woman. But not now. I have the power to take you anytime and anywhere I wish." With that, he left.

Cassie stood up and dried off, still shaking and crying. She knew that to goad him on was wrong, but she was angry and hated him. She did enjoy gloating the fact that a single word from her mouth could end his life.

Soon after she dried off, Julia came back with Trican, who sewed her arm back up and put a heavier bandage on it. He checked for any signs of disease or rot and found none. Satisfied that she would be resting her arm for at least two days, he left.

An hour later, when she opened the door to go to dinner, she was greeted by a guard who followed her. She looked at him inquiringly, but he remained silent. Unknown to her, he also did not know why she was to be guarded. Arriving at the dinner hall, she waited to be announced.

Soon she was seated next to Byron, noting the distinct absence of his brother. She relaxed. She had already decided to not tell Byron about her latest encounter with Lord Sinclaire. She grasped his hand under the table and he gave it a squeeze. She relaxed visibly after that and began to enjoy her dinner.

They talked about many things, but one item of interest came up.

"Did you know, that the rooms they gave me are directly under yours? In essence, you are sleeping on top of me." Byron chuckled.

"Really? I will remember that tonight." She gave him an impish grin that made him wonder what she had in mind. Blushing, she attacked her food with gusto.

Hours later, she had her plan in order. She had asked if Julia could sleep in her bed for awhile, and Julia agreed. Cassie slipped behind a hanging tapestry as Julia climbed into her bed. She noted the dagger under the pillow, but didn't think anything of it. Stretching out, she fell asleep.

Cassie took a single candle down the hidden stairs and when she heard noises ahead, knew she was close. She crept quietly to the doorway, hidden by the other tapestry in Byron's room. Opening the door, she heard him moving around as if pacing. Peeking out from behind the corner, she saw that he was indeed pacing the floor. Slipping out from behind the artwork, she was able to easily sneak up behind him and when she touched him, he jumped and turned.

"Oh my god!" he fairly shouted.

Giggling she traced her fingers over his shoulder. It was bare and his skin warm. Breathing heavily he just stood there, not knowing what to do. he wanted her so badly, yet he knew that one wrong move and she would disappear. She let her fingernails graze over his male nipples. So tiny, yet perfect, like the rest of him. His chest hair soft under her fingers.

Gently, she pulled him to her and he lowered his head. His eyes asking her, are you sure this is what you want? She nodded yes and grabbed his hair pulling his lips to hers. He explored her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like honey, soft and supple under his touch. He groaned and lifted her easily.

He walked to the bed and laid her down, gently. He knew that as her first, she would experience pain. He wanted to show her how gentle he could be. His hand traced her chin, ran down her neck, over the large mound to the peak. He massaged her breast through her nightgown. He felt the tip tighten in excitement. He pinched it through the thin material and decided he had to have her in his mouth.

He moved his mouth down until it was directly over her nipple. He took her in his mouth through her nightgown. SHe gasped and held his head there as he nibbled and bit. His other hand was teasing her other nipple. Cassie felt a tingle between her legs that she had never felt before.

She ran her hands down his back and held his waist, afraid to go lower. He grunted and pulled her up to a sitting position. He pulled her gown and it came off easily. She was totally nude under it, except for her bandage. He kissed it and looked at her, question in eyes.

"I will tell you later. Make love to me, please? Make me yours tonight." She begged. He nodded.

He laid her back down and pulled off his clothes. She beheld him in all his manly glory. He was erect and perfect. She looked at his penis with interest. She had never seen one before. Even so, Byron seemed to have a large one. She bit her lip in fear, and he kissed her again, making her forget her fears, everything.

Byron possessed her soul. He was in very fiber of her being. She wanted him inside her sex as well. He took a nipple into his mouth and let a hand wander over her belly to her thighs. He parted her thighs, she shyly allowed him to. He cupped her small mound, and she arched against his mouth. He began to rub her and soon she was wet, oh so wet. He felt her slick vagina swell under his touch and heard her moans. She ground her hips into his hand instinctively.

She felt a finger enter her most innermost spot. He made it feel good and soon he had two fingers in her as she started to moan. She could feel him stretching her to allow his penis inside without hurting her too much. His mouth traveled downward until his tongue joined his fingers. SHe spread her thighs more to allow him easier access. She moved her hips into his face and soon he worked her tiny bud into a frenzy and with a scream, she came in his mouth. He lapped up all her juices and held her tightly. He worked his way back up to her breasts and sucked on each one for a while, until she was on the verge of yet another orgasm and he used his leg to spread her thighs and he put the head of his penis at her entrance. She shuddered and he pushed in slowly. She felt him stretching her to her limit and soon he was almost halfway inside her. He felt her hymen tear and kissed away her tear as she felt it also.

He pulled back out and she closed up again. This time, he pushed in further and was able to impale himself fully on her. He stayed like that, feeling her heaven, letting her get used to him invading her virgin-no-more hole. She pulled him closer by grabbing his bottom and digging her nails into him. He pulled out and pushed back in, establishing a rhythm.

She felt him reach between them and pinch her swollen clit. She came again and this time, her vagina had something to milk. He felt her cum hard and kept up the pace until he felt her tighten around him once more, pushing him over the edge. He felt his scrotum contract and release. He could feel himself spurting into her love tunnel as her muscles squeezed him even tighter. Her screams indicating that he had done well. He fell asleep, still inside her. She fell asleep, still filled.