Sworn

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Chapter 9

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It had just turned dark. Otmakla stood behind the ridge that overlooked the Romjid household. Her plan was quite simple – a few men will attack from below, from the Herian valley, shooting burning arrows soaked with oil at the roof. Hopefully a counter attack would be mounted against them. Hopefully something will actually catch fire. Hopefully Romjigan will look at an attack from the valley as a proof of their stupidity, and not as a trick.

She planed to attack with most of her force, 37 men, from the woods on the ridge above the household. It wasn’t a brilliant plan – attack as fast as you can, kill or maim as many men as possible. Loot depending on the situation. She knew the mercenaries will loot for sure. It was the greater compensation for them, besides being fed for a few weeks.

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Chapter 6

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Bujare sat by her husband’s bed. He was dying. He was dying for the last year and a half, but death seemed to be around the corner now. She didn’t want to leave his side.

She looked at Gjergj’s face. She remembered his bright young face when they first met. He had sharp and witty eyes and a smiling mouth under his thick mustachio. And those features stayed with him as he grew old. The wit and the generous spirit. Stayed, at least until their daughter Rozafati was murdered. He was already sick before that, but her death made many of his defenses crumble.

Now he lay, hardly breathing, looking like a child in the blankets – he shrunk so much from the sickness. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter 2

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Almost a year had passed before Romial met Otmakil again. Although now there was no open feud between their houses, their houses weren’t allied either, and it was hard to believe that’ll change anytime soon after the way the last feud ended – though stranger things have happened. As it was, men of unallied houses had few reasons to meet other than commerce, and Romial had little to do with that.

A great wedding between Iordan, one of Romial’s cousins, and Nadiara, a girl of the Diarjid family, made the meeting possible, as the Stoyanjid were allied with the Diarjid.

Romial sighted Otmakil from afar early in what was going to be a very long day. Surprisingly, Otmakil looked very much like he did before being sworn. Of course, his hair was cut short and he wore a man’s vest, shirt and breeches, all ornamented in red and gold for the wedding, but he didn’t walk with the wide steps, the pulled back shoulders and the swagger of a man. It was common among new Akrusia to exaggerate those gestures for a while, until they found a balance that looked natural, but Otmakil seemed to do nothing more than the bare minimum – sitting with his knees parted, looking straight ahead at people without averting his eyes. Even those gestures seemed like things he may have done before being sworn. Furthermore, his clothing didn’t seem to hide the contours of his breasts as much as could be expected. Admittedly, Otmakil had more to hide than Romial. Read the rest of this entry »

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She was frightened. Her father wanted her married and her options were very few. It was a grave matter of family honor – her family’s and the prospective bridegroom’s – whatever she decided.

And, as always, when honor was on the line, so was blood.

She looked out of the window, near her cot in the attic, at the green Herian valley under her family household. A beloved view. This view, at least out of this vantage point, will have to stay behind. Whatever comes to pass she will have to leave these known women quarters promptly.

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There was going to be a raid tonight and Romial was excited and nervous. He was only out on one raid before and witnessed very little of the violence, let alone took part in it. That raid ended only with a beaten and humiliated opponent. This one was different. This was an act of war. A war Gjergj had already started with his actions and negligence, but nonetheless, the drawing of first blood still had significance. Read the rest of this entry »

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