Muir
succession domains
Corsican Navy Headquarters.
It had been dark for a few hours.
-You are cheeky and cheeky, Michael Morgan! The veiled complaint was drowned out by sighs of pleasure.
Christina squirmed as she filed or into the body of a date with her lover, spreading her long, bowed legs, moaning and whispering her name as she plunged into a spiral of unforgettable pleasure. They'd been like this for an hour since she'd said goodbye to her dad who was leaving for a cut.
She'd never been able to imagine what a gorgeous, seductive man she'd seen in an unattractive new girl to arouse her attention or desire in this way. He was one of the descendants of the wolf clan. He had an impetuous, delirious form that was even more surprised by his smooth, sweet way. loved that man. loved from the first moment that rival clans were found at court out of horror at his father. The viscount was the younger brother of the Earl of Macgrover.
James of Macgrover was the regent of the Order of Light and could not tolerate the form of any relationship his only niece and goddaughter had with those they used to call animals. The novel was already completed a year maybe.
-Mike... ah... Mike...
-You are the most beautiful of these young witches, Your Highness. You must be treated like a queen.
Michael Morgan sighed as accused a woman below him, looking up at him with eyes bleary with desire. He enjoyed the traces of pleasure a girl shows in luxury, wondering more than once why she is subject to it. Ah, Christina could capture his thoughts. Her family has respect and a name with the Succession.
Richard could intervene in matters such as the future lord of the lands. The viscount had the possibility of joining an unwanted daughter. Adolescence brings terrible misfortunes for Christina as she was singled out as a freak among warlocks. She didn't have the gift of magic in her blood. All hopes that her father could find strong alliances for her house were dashed.
Long, wheat-white hair was spread across the dressing room pillow. A recent argument between the two took a more interesting turn than expected at the end of the night. He wanted that beautiful girl to become his wife very soon. If necessary, it was decided to start kidnapping her and presenting Chris at the Successory court after the marriage was celebrated by a priest and consumed.
He and his brothers can command their ship to support a wife and children. He'd been adamant about changing Christina since he wouldn't be late or time to suffer again or a viscount. He began to weave his unique plans for a future interest without the intervention of his clan's Council of Ancients to choose a modest young girl from the surroundings.
He also knew with some bitterness that he devoted excellently or devoted his daughter to the hope that some of the men in the sorcerers' domain tolerate a wife who does not share their magic.
-Your Highness. I'm tired of it. This time, when I return to Scarlet, you will return with me as my wife. I don't care what your father thinks. I want to see what is illustrated and refined and visualized will tell you when hearing that the virtue of your precious and only daughter belongs to me.
-You can only be completely crazy, -Mike. My father will kill you.- Christina said tensely, imagining a possibility several times.
-Oh...
- Did you hear that, Mike...
-What? He grunted, very attentive to the noise in the courtyard. It was the sound of a carriage approaching.
Cristina noticed or didn't like it or loved it and despaired, even more, recognizing an inevitable movement of creation until the arrival of the carriage and the solution of a groan. He relaxed on the bed with a smirk and appeared with his hands behind his head very calm.
-It's a carriage, Your Highness. Believing that Monsieur le Vicomte appears to have arrived earlier that night.
Desperate, Cristina freed herself from her lover and ran to a window to stifle a very slow recovery; her body bathed only in candlelight.
Michael showed no initiative to move as she frantically ran around the room, picking up her scattered clothes and looking for a nightgown. The look of admiration roamed the female body and was well made. Rounded hips and perfect breasts. And what legs! Beautiful, modelled and...
-You can only be crazy. - Christina despaired even more. - And my father. An image of the naivety and innocence of the girl displayed or burned in hell. His fine, perfect, white teeth emerged in an overwhelming smile that could make Christina feel weak in her legs despite her declared desire.
-Chris...
-For the love of God! Dress up! - she begged in anguish. - What happened to you, man?
-I'm admiring your breasts.
-You have perfect breasts, girl. The legs are...
-You've gone crazy. My dad will meet you here, Mike. What will others say?
He laughed out loud, making a woman sigh.
- Little hypocrite! There's blood too hot in her veins for her finger to be one of those insufferable girls. Can you explain to your father that you have finally agreed to marry me? And that I stole your virtue. Her cheeky way aroused a satisfied smile despite the fear and anguish I felt.
- -If you can at least be a little more diplomatic...
- I can be very convincing and explain how your father can be pregnant with my son. - he commented he was even more convinced.
The yard move has now brought commentary on high claims. The viscount did not seem to be in a good mood. Perhaps a lover has not satisfied the pleasure. Calmly, Michael pulled on his boots and pulled on a jacket, adjusting or painting with heavy weapons at his waist.
-You are crazy. Do you intend to risk my life and yours? Can you imagine what the viscount would do...
As she now flies, they have now come from the landing to Christina's growing distress.
-Quickly! - She moaned in anguish.
"I want to know when, Your Highness," Michael insisted, one leg out the window.
-Mercy, Mike! Go away!
Chabone
After all, the day was over. It was almost a blessing after the hateful to-do list. Chopping wood with the axe... No way should the task be included in the activities of a maid. And the week's pay… Cassie closed her eyes, cursing her temper. There was no way she was going to be able to pay the full price of the room she used. She didn't intend to have any reservations for the week's food.
And the sight of Gaia on the docks… Revolt invaded her. It was by no means fair what happened. For years she had worked as a cabin boy for the Armada. Will...Richard's ship had made many modifications after taking command. Still… Cassie knew the ship better than anyone.
It was late at night. And it didn't make much difference anyway. She no longer had the room to sleep. Perhaps like other residents of the city... To seek refuge in the forest that surrounded the heart of Chabone and bordered the lands of the gipsies... Perhaps it was too desperate an option.
-We're not even going to keep this situation. The Succession's orders...- Richard raged.
He did not agree with keeping the Garro trade afloat in light of the illegal trafficking of white women for auction. Much less did he agree with the disgusting idea of harems in the East. The argument with his brother as usual... He saw the door slam shut under Philip's anger shook his head.
The coexistence between them... They never reached an agreement. It was intolerable that Philip decided not to intervene in the island's smuggler's trade. He just stood there, staring at the empty cabin. The huge hound that accompanied him was restless and sniffing the uncomfortable place.
-Come on, boy! He sighed, grabbing the animal's head.
The dog continued to sniff. Rick watched with disinterest at first.
Until the paws began to scratch the closet door with annoyance. If faith had set up another one of his... He would... would...
He opened the door angrily. It wasn't quite what he expected. A small, frightened figure tried to run. Zeus barked and growled hostilely blocking the exit from the cabin.
-But...but...?-Rick rolled his eyes in astonishment.
Was he a boy?
He watched the boy's aloof manner in shabby clothes. The annoying beret that covered most of his too-thin face. A stowaway? Another stowaway?
-Didn't get much to steal, kid? - he teased.
He was little more than a child. Clothes that were too baggy gave a ragged look. Heavens. He was well acquainted with the condition of some cabin boys who lived onboard ships. But that one...
And the provocation...
Under the dresser, there was a fair amount of coins and apparently intact after a quick assessment with the dark eye. Revolt invaded him. It wasn't the money that attracted the creature's greedy eyes. A second closer look forced him to swallow a curse. The alarm had been raised throughout the Armada about the disappearance of the young and reckless cabin boy from the Star of Tomorrow. Troublemaker? Ah, confusions were always looking for that boy. Everything happened to him.
- Zeus! - Rick shouted stopping the animal's attack.
The boy...
The desperate escape attempt had been lost by a few seconds and by the greed for the food on the platters. The boy in his haste to sneak out of the cabin and still take some apples... It gave Rick enough time to intercept his escape route.
There was a huff of disappointment at the locked door. There was no escape. And as for the hatches... The cabin window... huge boards nailed to it prevented any exit. Since when were there boards instead of glass? Cassie sucked in her breath.
Lack of luck?
With a trembling hand, she pulled the beret over her face, holding back the nervousness that threatened to make her collapse. It was not possible! For hours she had waited... The ship had been empty... she had watched the crew ashore with relief in hopes of getting some food and maybe clothes. In that cabin, where years before the father had commanded the ship, there was a safe. Will always kept a reserve of provisions in case of emergencies. And the girl couldn't imagine a bigger emergency than needing a place to shelter.
Richard?
It was the first time she had stood before Richard after learning the truth. She clung to her wretched pride, telling herself it didn't affect her. he was no different from other men who had fun and abandoned women. It had been all her fault. She had let herself be enchanted by a conqueror, freeloader and seducer...
-Is that the damn kid Star? - Rick's voice sounded high and angry.
The boy's hungry manner...
He'd never gotten along with Thalagar, the Star's commander. The treatment is given to the crew and the physical punishments were revolting. Heavens, did Will have any idea how his youngest son was walking?
Cassie kept her face to the floor, not wanting to face him. She thought only of running away. Any way out… The hatch… she ran to the only hope of escape with a nervous and dry throat. Because of a few apples... Life was tremendously unfair...
-Keep the dog away...- she yelled, finally dodging Zeus' attack.
Rick ran to stop the raging beast. He himself experienced frustration. Impatience. I wasn't supposed to lose my cool. As the future Commodore of the Armada... He would try to personally present the case to the direction of the Council that took care of the Armada.
-It's going to be a cold night.- Rick tried to keep his voice neutral and friendly. He went on trying to keep his cool. - The sky full of clouds promises rain. Why not enjoy a good meal before you leave? This afternoon. I doubt you do not have anything as important as a good meal and shelter for a night.
Cassie fought back tears. Since when had she gotten into that nasty bad habit? It was tiring. Hungry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a decent meal the way she liked it. Not even on the high seas... Why the Star always made stops on the docks along the way and there was fresh food.
-I'm not sure what made you run away from EStar, the kid.- Rick struggled to be persuasive. if he needed it... ah, he was willing to shout for the men guarding the ship to stop the little boy from escaping. The haggard, exhausting way? What had been his last decent meal? Not even on pirate ships...
Cassie held her breath. Her heart threatened to fail. Tear powder. She cost a fortune tear powder to mask the smell.
He was going to find out.
Any time. And the Council...
This time they weren't just going to kick her out... They were going to disappear with her without anyone knowing where she was. She tried to risk a few steps toward the growing desperation of Janie. Because he was going to find out, wasn't he? A damn wolf? Didn't he sniff?
- Just a meal and a night's sleep. There's nothing that can't be fixed in the morning, boy.
Boy?
Cassie bit her lip, very aware of how awful it looked. The short hair… Under her bonnet, it didn't make much difference. Darkening her hair with henna seemed like a miracle. The haggard face and the dark circles under the eyes... The short black hair... She shouldn't have cared at all. She was not the kind of woman who would attract the attention of a conquering adventurer. Stifling the hurt, she crossed her arms in defeat.
It only took the first opportunity...
A few lies can do tremendous damage...
Philip had been more successful than he expected with his betrayals.
He and Mayra.
There was no way Richard Morgan would recognize her.