The Prince’s Boy: 51

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51: Kenet

Something was going to happen. Something soon, it seemed, given the number of strategy sessions Roichal held among his top commanders, and the duration of them. One night they continued far past sundown, and I fell asleep sitting on the floor of the tent, leaning against a chest.

When I woke, Marksin was pulling my boots off. We were in his tent. From here, closer to the main camp, I could hear men singing along while one played a drum and another bowed a string. I tried to sit up, but he just twisted the other boot off and tossed it aside, his firm hands on my ankle.

“He’s given orders for me to feed you,” he said quietly. “And then I shall remain here as your guard.”

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The Prince’s Boy: 51

(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)

51: Kenet

Something was going to happen. Something soon, it seemed, given the number of strategy sessions Roichal held among his top commanders, and the duration of them. One night they continued far past sundown, and I fell asleep sitting on the floor of the tent, leaning against a chest.

When I woke, Marksin was pulling my boots off. We were in his tent. From here, closer to the main camp, I could hear men singing along while one played a drum and another bowed a string. I tried to sit up, but he just twisted the other boot off and tossed it aside, his firm hands on my ankle.

“He’s given orders for me to feed you,” he said quietly. “And then I shall remain here as your guard.”

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.