R Nitelight
Her Rock
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I was toiling in the field as I do every day when I heard the sound of hoof beats approaching rapidly from the East. I could tell from the sound that it was a large party, and I knew it could only mean one thing. I carefully placed my scythe on the ground and stepped away. Then, I dropped to my knees and waited.
I was soon surrounded. Two strong men pulled me to my feet and held me securely.
"Is this the traitor?" a voice asked. A woman's voice. It could only be one person, I knew, and began to tremble.
My eyes were properly cast at the rough ground, but a riding crop was pressed beneath my chin, and pressure was applied, forcing me to look up. I instantly found myself eye to eye with Queen Wenda. I saw that she was aptly named, for she was indeed comely, with her wild head of flame red hair, her cruel green eyes, and her full scarlet lips. Kissable lips....
Not being allowed to lower my eyes, I instead closed them. It did nothing to erase the beauteous vision from my mind.
"How can this be the traitor?" she asked. "He's but a boy!"
"He's seen twenty summers, Majesty," one of the men said.
"Hmmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Yes, I can see it now. I was initially fooled by the air of innocence around him. Well, if this is indeed the traitor, then he must be questioned. In fact, I think I'll question him myself."
My eyes snapped open at this statement, and the last thing I saw was her curt gesture. There was a sharp blow to the back of my head, and everything went away.
When I regained my senses, I found myself in a dank, stuffy, poorly lit room. I was chained to the wall, with my wrists bound above my head, and I was dressed in naught but a slight loincloth.
I didn't have time to explore my prison cell. I could hear a single set of footsteps approaching.
I was soon surrounded. Two strong men pulled me to my feet and held me securely.
"Is this the traitor?" a voice asked. A woman's voice. It could only be one person, I knew, and began to tremble.
My eyes were properly cast at the rough ground, but a riding crop was pressed beneath my chin, and pressure was applied, forcing me to look up. I instantly found myself eye to eye with Queen Wenda. I saw that she was aptly named, for she was indeed comely, with her wild head of flame red hair, her cruel green eyes, and her full scarlet lips. Kissable lips....
Not being allowed to lower my eyes, I instead closed them. It did nothing to erase the beauteous vision from my mind.
"How can this be the traitor?" she asked. "He's but a boy!"
"He's seen twenty summers, Majesty," one of the men said.
"Hmmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Yes, I can see it now. I was initially fooled by the air of innocence around him. Well, if this is indeed the traitor, then he must be questioned. In fact, I think I'll question him myself."
My eyes snapped open at this statement, and the last thing I saw was her curt gesture. There was a sharp blow to the back of my head, and everything went away.
When I regained my senses, I found myself in a dank, stuffy, poorly lit room. I was chained to the wall, with my wrists bound above my head, and I was dressed in naught but a slight loincloth.
I didn't have time to explore my prison cell. I could hear a single set of footsteps approaching.
