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I arrived at the main bailey, dressed in dark clothes, to find five men lined up, waiting. Angelica was kissing the last one on his cheek. It should not have surprised me, they were forfeiting their lives for our children. Angelica would not let them sacrifice without knowing what it meant to their queen. I silently thanked her for it.
On the stairs, above the field, was my strange family. My mother, Mylle, my true love Alia, Hamund who was joined by Angelica. Liliana had been put to bed. It was best she did not know of it. I would prefer her remembering me enjoying her dinner. Hamund was apprehensive, knowing only half truths. I questioned telling him, but felt he would not yet understand. He would briefly hate me for it, but I felt it best.
It was Alia who gave it away. Seeing me, she rushed down the stairs in renewed tears. I could not ignore it and took her in my arms, the world seeing all. There were no more secrets worth holding, and Angelica did not dare stop her. I crushed her in my arms, another goodbye was worth more than gold. Hamund saw truth in it.
"You will not return!" Hamund shouted. My heart caved at his words. He was too old for today, I wished him younger. "You will not wait for my uncle. You are giving up." I saw him lose hope in front of me. All that I have done in his eyes was erased in a moment. He did not understand.
To be continued...
The previous 2 chapters were so mushy, I was about to give up. But suddenly comes this page with all its suspence, battle plans and sense of self sacrifice. The story has woken up. And I am eager to know more. Lovely writing.
Man i came here here for something that would give me a boner, but 4 hours and 8 chapters later I am almost about to cry.
Such a great story. We now need a conclusion a la Hollywood. You know the one where the poor outnumbered frontiersmen, and cowboys are rescued and saved by the arrival of the U.S. Cavalry. Ooops, I meant king Uri who was summonded by his nephew the Prince. LP
So you’ve 8, EIGHT! chapters of a plural marriage/lesbian/bisexual/Polyamorous story and NOW you decide it’s leftist claptrap.
I’ve never done drugs, but whatever this guys on makes him think this story’s bad. Since that’s impossible, his stuffs gotta be reeeaaal good. I don’t condone drug use, but damn his shits gotta be good