They walk in the dark cave of rocks in moss once said it was a dragon cave. "You said you like real sex. You have me now."
"I will be your man."
"We walk further into the dragon's hole. I like it dark and moist."
Her finger tips played with her skirt guiding to a path unknown.
The origin was unknown; they found their way in. It might have been her sex magic guiding them to a right path or it was a light trap of vampire blood droppings left behind to react to her lantern lights.
His vigilant eyes said it all they heard the voice. "It is the Grand Duke. Let's kill our Grand Duke." They heard steel clapping of weapons at arms ready to enter the dragon's cave.
The silence stood still. The water drops and the smile on her face from lantern light's said it all, his steel helmet with horns looking back at his wife.
Her soft love lips blow the candle light. The dark settles in and screams begin.
"It is too early for those fools to shout to engage in combat." Her mind spoke her words.
Her army was ready to learn they were not alone. The moss, clay and water swamp dirt creatures walk out the shadows.
Their mouthless heads growling dirt out their lungs made the stand still to aim.
"Let's charge, it's a trap." Their swords did aim and spears pikes pointed to creatures of the night.
The Grand Duke had a joy of knowing the victims he killed from distant royal families and their cut off fingers for trophies had great magic skills to bring them back to combat.
He slowly began to walk out the cave to see them struggle in combat. Them defending themselves.
"I can see you have a problem versus Urlich Royalty. Let me give you a hand."
The moment something pulsing in the tree branch scanning the combat seeing them in different points of light.
His army falls to a floor snake tied round its soldier biting in one's neck with large fangs to cross across its neck as his head is pulled out.
The blood splatter stops the screams blinding other's on guard. The water and dirt souls hardened fist of once dead royalty and knights crash its stone fist in Queens guard head.
His face breaks in twenty pieces damaging it's eyes socket and having him blind fall to a floor.
The working hands of a dead soldier continue to batter its skull; you see his guarding crushed fingertips expose its brain and it stops no more.
The screams stop and they make their way. The eyes of betrayal observing massacre outside has her legs of love walk back hoping her cave has an escape.
The serpents did not account and both wrap around her legs biting and poisoning her pelvis to death.
Her arms holding onto its pain, her hands are bitten and blood is soaking on her dress she drops.
The dead royalty walks over her corpse to pick up the dead body on its loving feet. They smash her on cave rocks.
"Grrrrr…" Them growling they cannot share their prey they divide to pieces like one king said they stop to say no to loved one.
His eyes for a moment took gaze to a soul outsider; he returned back to his sage powers.
His palms close his fingers one by one. "I set you free spears of serpents." The snakes begin to appear on their sharp oak pikes.
He made them out of large venomous white snakes they would protect his Queen and spy for her protection.
The magic seal told him all the truth. He was always there with her. "I have now for the traitor and say good night to my beloved daughters." He walks away not looking but sensing the presence of the outsider.
It was his memory before the sea. Him watching the first sea with his first princess Ramone Ich.
"We cross here. Our boats are ready. We travel one sea to reach seven rivers. We find our way to his first Keep."
"I am worried." Ramone Ich rushes her fingers to her loving hair.
"I have his blood spilled." Him looking ahead he raises his arms.
"Ok. I do the job." He smiles and a loyal vassal blows the horn with a smile on his face. The horn is so large he keeps it on the rock. The distant mist to clear and war boats to sail.
The dark boats narrow boats with deer antler skulls on haul to each side of rowing arms men are shouting. "One in the centre, one in centre." They keep their rowing water tides closer to a shore.
The sails pick up the wind made out of black sails. The scent of ashes and burnt wood came from the V shape flotilla of war lords cutting its waters to him.
"I have them coming." Karl Karla smiling places his horn to rocks.
The coast was made out of huge rocks crushed ashore to waves but today the waters were at peace.
Her heart was beating. "We sail in them."
"They are my cursed war boats."
"I have your boat ready."
"We sail apart?"
"You need to rest with my child in you. Karl Karla and I need to plan a siege war to have a drink."
Her eyes gaze drops in a fastened beating heart. Her Queen's servant looked behind her back in cold grim. The moment she did not know what to do.
They board their boats. They walk on boards to load supplies and soldiers to rest their weapons to relieve the shift of rowing men. It was told.
The War Lord and Grand Duke his majesty Vyts Magnus was out for further souls of Dricula.
The Gryphon guards had five boats to settle archers and pikemen.
Karl Karla had siege weapons in three boats.
The supplies and living refugees left in two boats with Princess Ramone Ich.
Grand Duke boarded one boat smaller in size and they would transport him between his war ships.
They set sail.
"I like blood. I will kill you Dricula." It was wise of Grand Duke's words before he set sail.
Their men took exercises in turns to row the boats he sailed the sea salt waters.
The water waves crushing on their boats and cashing splatters on dark war ships. Their winds blow the dark sails.
The seagulls landing on the sails for asylum children to shoot rocks on to play with their food.
Them cook it on the sticks. The men and women boil sea water to replenish water reserves. Their hand decks splash on board the water to scrub and clean seagull guts, feathers and bones.
It was a great journey. "I love the way they play." Her Queen's servant spoke, holding her old tired hands together with Ramone Ich on the steering deck. Their eyes watching children play.
"My mother had asked me to marry him and make him my king to win a war."
"He already made you pregnant. You rest assured." Her hands comfort her shoulders.
Her cheeks blush her to smile, her hand gown hides her joy of smiling.
Karl Karla laid in front of the first ship mast, his eyes closed enjoying the breath of sea breeze. He had his hands full of peanuts listening to the sea. "What a journey to combat." His corners of lips extend to form full cheeks.
His majesty Vyts Magnus had opened an old scroll with a wax seal on an ale table allowing steel jars to keep it open.
The map was before the air strike all old gods gave it's vengeance making many forget what this earth was here before.
The seal of A in Gryphon was an ancient family's secrecy seal. Their family perished long ago.
"Really did all they knew?" His cold steel eyes speaking with himself navigated the map.
"My liege lord, the lunch is ready. I cut you a beef steak with plenty of blood sauce."
He turns around. "Ok my liege lord. I place it near the fire to have it ready for you."
The strange ancient letters did run past his hands on scroll to a black ink tampering with cartographers' drawing.
The words and letters did appear to show a sanctum of change to words and names of the lands for rivers shifting itself to one.
"This should change the landscape and it should be ok for seven rivers to join in one order for a huge stream to take up ahead to the first battle."
The Grand Duke knew he would not lose a first battle but start a war.
The water was not raw and cast magic of his spell and had the fast water streams to sail them past the rocks of the dead ships to a river they would enter.
Their stock of supplies were great, and a month's journey was cut to one week before dark clouds stood to the sound of a Karl Karla blowing a horn.
The spikes and arrows round to welcome an army before their gates fall short to reach them. It was a warning. They stood before them.
The white tents and assembled siege catalysts to siege the Keep.
Karl Karla walks to a one arrow and picks up a black wood with crow hair in the back to break it.
He can see out of wooden spike blood to drip. "Yes it is his first Keep. The Dricula."
The voice of his master Grand Duke in his head spoke these binding words. "I want you to bring a blood arrow. I will have them ready tomorrow."