When I wake up, he is wearing clothes and sitting in his large chair made of bear fur next to the fireplace that is not turned on. That morning is a little chilly. He takes up all the blankets and leaves me with hardly any to use. Maybe I think about it because he is very large.
He has an old bag on the ground next to him. Dangel's hair is black and long, and it falls loose around his shoulders. It is smooth and dark, like the night sky. He is aware that I am not asleep. He takes a blue necklace made of sapphires out of the bag and shows it to everyone by lifting it up. "Do you like this. "
Dangel looks at me from the corner of his eye. I quickly move my head up and down and cough to clear my throat. "It's so pretty," I say softly, holding onto the sheets under the comfy bed covers underneath me. He throws it to me, and then looks at the bag again.
I look closely at the precious stones. They shine in the pretty morning light coming through the windows in Dangel's room. They are really beautiful. I am curious if he purchased them for me.
I get out of bed, wearing only my nightgown, and slowly walk towards him. He sees that I am there, but he keeps searching without stopping. "Good morning," he says in a low, rough voice.
I nod and move to sit beside him in his chair. I quickly turn my head to look at the bag next to his feet. "Where did you get those. " I curiously ask him. "Have you purchased all of them. "
He just laughs and shakes his head. I rule and have authority as the king. "He tells me angrily that he didn't purchase it, as if I should have known. "
I make an unhappy face and check the inside of the bag. There are shiny things like jewels and gold that people think are worth a lot of money. I am touching my dry lips with my tongue. "Where did you get all of them. " I ask, a bit frustrated that he hasn't given me a response yet.
"He said 'raid'." "Everything here is a result of taking things forcefully, stealing, and causing destruction."
I open my mouth wide, and I take a look around the room. There are many paintings, tall closets, and jewelry scattered around the room. "Are you referring to everything. " I inquire, speaking softly. I'm shocked that all these things were taken from the villagers.
He had done a lot of stealing, that's for certain.
Dangel stands up from his chair. "Yes" He brings the bag to a desk and shows it to her. " The precious stones are poured onto the wooden surface and weakly played with.
I support him. I am amazed at how nice his hair looks. I touch the soft black hair without really knowing what I'm doing. He hops a little and moves his head around. "He tells me not to touch. "
I quickly pull my hand back in surprise. I close and open my eyes in an uncomfortable way. Sorry, I apologize. I only wanted to make a braid with it.
He looks back, his nose getting bigger and his eyes trying to find secret messages in the wood. His jaw muscles become tight as he tightly holds onto the sides of his chair. "Do you want me to braid your hair. " he asks gently.
I agree silently, even though he cannot see me. Sure, I can help you with that. Your hair is very pretty. I feel the urge to touch it. I'm curious if he will allow me to weave it. Braiding a barbarian man's hair was seen as a very important and meaningful tradition. The longer a barbarian man's hair was, the more powerful and skilled of a warrior he was considered to be.
He nods his head stiffly while he relaxes. "Okay"
I close and open my eyes quickly. I'm not sure if I heard him correctly, or if I'm just imagining it or dreaming. However, I am not. I gently run my fingers through his beautiful long black hair and divide it into three sections. I'm amazed The guys in my kingdom had either short hair or oily hair that they tied into small ponytails at the back of their heads.
When I start to braid my hair, a question pops into my head. "Do you know what the Silvertongue is, Dangel. " I inquire Ulrich said that the barbarians had the Silvertongue, which he wanted to use to read the Book of Azazel and take over the world.
I think he was surprised by the question. He is so surprised that he accidentally lets go of the jewel he was looking at. "He is asking me how I know about it. "
I tightly twist his hair because I feel anxious about giving an answer. I carefully think about what I want to say and how to express it. Um, wellthere was a man in my village who would always talk about the Silvertongue and the Book of Azazel. He said that the Silvertongue was in the barbarian kingdoms. He said that you had it.
Dangel is feeling stressed again because the subject is making him feel uneasy. "The Book of Azazel is very powerful," he says angrily. This is not good, Selenebella. Bad
I keep braiding his hair. He holds the chain very tightly in his hand and one of the golden loops bends right in his hands. I ask him if it's true that you have the ability to speak persuasively, referred to as the Silvertongue. "Or were they all lying when they said that. "
It takes him a little time to reply to me. "Of course, I have the ability to speak eloquently," he whispers. He agrees by moving his head towards a small wooden box that is hidden in the corner of the room. The box is being hidden by a few books. In the place called 'dere. But make sure you never touch it, okay. It's dangerous
I'm almost finished with his braid. "Sure," I respond. "Do you have anything to use for tying. "
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a long, thin piece of leather. I finish braiding the hair and let it fall onto his strong back. I saw the wounds from the whip on his skin. I feel surprised as I touch my eyes, noticing some soft pink scars from a long time ago. "Wow," I softly say. "What happened to you. " can be rewritten as "What happened to you. "
He moves his braid to the front and pauses before responding to me. "He told me that I experienced discipline," he said to me. When I was a child, my father hit me with a whip.
Why haven't I noticed this before. I gently touch his back with my fingers, being careful not to cause him any pain. He feels frightened when I touch him. "Do you like how that feels. " I jokingly ask him, while keeping a light-hearted attitude.
He doesn't talk to me, so I just think he likes it. I feel a scar when I touch it with my fingers. "Wow, your hands feel amazing," he says with pleasure, tilting his head and clearly appreciating my touch. "No other massage therapist does what you do. "
I move my hands away and his head drops down. "He complains and tells me that if we're not going to have sex, the least I can do is touch him again. "
I am laughing. "I understand," I say. But just as I am about to begin massaging his muscles, the door suddenly opens and Three Horses appears in the doorway.
I quickly move my hands away and take a step back from where Dangel was sitting. Three Horses coughs lightly and quickly looks at his king. "Your brother got injured during the raid," he explains.
Dangel is very angry because he was interrupted. He clenches his teeth in frustration. "He asked about the extent of the injuries. "
"A big cut on his arm," Three Horses says. "He is experiencing a great amount of discomfort. "
Dangel looks annoyed and moves his eyes in a circular motion. I hold back a laugh. "He angrily calls someone a foolish and unpleasant person. " "Where is he currently located. "
Three Horses moves his head down the hallway. In the hallway, my king. I said that you would arrive.
He squints angrily at the man standing in the doorway. "You let him know. okay" Come outside, I'll be there soon.
Three Horses moves his head up and down and leaves the room, closing the door after leaving. I am walking ahead, looking down at Dangel. "What is Iron Coyote. "
Dangel nods strongly and pulls on his braid. "I should just start calling him 'the stupid idiot'," he whispers without addressing anyone specific. "Always acting stupid, always wanting more. "
I bring over a chair made of wood and sit next to Dangel at the desk. "Did you have to take care of him often when you were young. " I inquire "Was he annoying then as well. "
The attractive man in front of me laughs without humor. "He was the person looking after me, Tiger Claw," he says. "I am his little brother. "
I open my mouth wide in surprise or wonder. In my kingdom, the older child always becomes the ruler before the younger child. They always have the special advantages and freedoms without having to ask for them. But the rule only applied to boys and not girls. This means that if a boy had an older sister, he would become the ruler before she did.
I close and open my eyes quickly, and I turn my head slightly. "I am curious about how this works," I ask.
He moves his head from side to side and looks at me from the corners of his eyes. This doesn't work in this location. Before my father passed away, he said that I was the best person to take over his position or role. My brother gets angry a lot and often hurts many people. He also has a habit of drinking a lot.
"Did he agree to give the throne to you. " I asked
Dangel disagreed and had a sneaky smile on his face. No, of course not. He got angry and asked me to fight him with a long sword. My brother tried to kill me. My dad told me to agree because he believed I would win the fight. We had a fight, and I ended up winning. I got a few small cuts from the battle.
I'm befuddled. My eyebrows scrunch together and I chomp my lip in thought. "But Press Coyote, your brother…he's still lively."
"Great perception, Tiger Claw," he chuckles. "I had kindness on his spoiled soul and saved him, fair so he might observe me rise the position of authority and see the disappointment in his eyes. Fair seeing 'de see on his confront the day of my crownin' was way better 'den sex."
I snicker in stun, my eyes extending. "That's terribly cruel," I drawl delicately. "But amusing. Very clever."
He gets up and heads to the entryway. I take after him energetically, needing to see the man that attacked me beaten and wicked in his bed. "Go back to the collection of mistresses," he instrument some time recently turning down the corridor.
I halt in my tracks. "Do not you would like my company?"
Dangel stops strolling for a minute. "My brother does not wish your company."
I'm floored. "What? Why?" I screech. "He's the one who ambushed me! I didn't adhere my fingers up his private parts!"
I anticipate him to roll his eyes at me and continue on, but he does the precise inverse. A small smile creeps onto his confront as sweet as nectar within the mid year, and he tosses his head back, a profound giggle bursting from the cobwebbed and dusty catacombs of his throat.
I've never listened him chuckle so uproarious. The maidservants and slave-men all do a double-take when they listen him giggling, their mouths like O's and their eyes bugging out of their heads.
His huge hand lands on my bear and steers me around. "Go to the array of mistresses," he giggles, the wrinkles of his huge brown eyes crinkling with entertainment. "And take off me alone."
I'm happy to oblige, a become flushed rising gradually in my cheeks rather like the sun within the morning. I cast my eyes down to the floor and lurch down the passage to the array of mistresses, similar to he told me to.