October 23, 1345.
Cassidy's Fort,
The Queen's Mound,
Imras.
Princess Alyn Midika Tutton
"And if I don't?" She heard Hayden ask.
"Well. You've already seen how accurate my archers are." Sparing her a crooked smile, he added, "And I get to keep your woman."
'What?!' Alyn wondered.
She was no bargaining chip but then again was she really in any position to argue.
The savages had them surrounded and one wrong move from anyone would mean instant death.
Her head turned to Hayden just as he looked at her, a grim look coating his usually playful face. A look she knew brought more foreboding than the rumble of thunder and lightning signifying an oncoming storm.
He turned away from her to face the leader of the savages that still watched her with those piercing blue eyes that betrayed nothing akin to human emotion.
