Love Beyond Death

457. Wallach

men and I, and Târgovişte was up ahead, so it should be one of our resting stops

s much better to be feared than to be loved, and believe me everyone feared me to the core, but that, didn’t stop my blood-thirst

regret being alive. My foes had assassinated my eldest brother Mircea, and according to my inf

eyes, the awfully scratched casket and his body laid on his stomach. They had stolen my childhood, my family, and my life from me. For years, I blamed

n. I’m not proud that my people behave like that towards me, but if I needed to enfo

ifty of the men.” Anton was my best and loyal man, he also had charge of this contingent. I had several ones like this t

iant strategist and fighter, two of the reasons that made me choose him to fight beside me. We were both forged by the fires of hate and terror. We were the sa

gies coming from the castle. Wherever I went with my horse, my peasants bowed their heads and ne

shadows. A door from a house burst open and a woman with a rare beauty ran to the yard, her dress torn an

ly used them to assuage my sexual needs, nothing more. I blinked several times to dissipate the feeling rising in me. Why was I thinki

y surprise. How dare they touch her? A low growl escaped my throat calling to their attention, but t

go, you wo

to you whatever we pleased!” She got slapped a few times, and

die first!” She scratched

had to act soon as he shoved her against the wall. I reached for my bow and arrow and I aimed for the

ground screaming in pain and his friend looked at me, but not seeing anyone. He grabbed the girl and threw her to the ground, running for his dea

he said to me with wid

reak the flesh on his back. He screamed, and I knew my eyes carried that promise. “Tonight you’ll know what the word pain means.” The worry for the mysterious woman i

smelled like those wildflowers on the field; I couldn’t refrain mys

eone peeking from another house. I wa

ed her head and didn

dress her. See if you can make her wake up.” She nodde

sire,

eturn to pick them up later. Don’t you dare treat their woun

ll do as you

e back

aving two whining corpses on the ground. I was late,

m glad you are back.” At that moment, it was my friend talking, not my commander. Yea

I didn’t even know her name. I wanted to go back to her as fast as possible, and the only way was

food going to waste and my people working hard to feed these bastards. M

as if I was their friend? They may think they belonged to the no

om fell silent, and I loved the tension and terror-stricken faces of my enemies a minute

nd drunk, they were sitting ducks meeting their fate. My men surrounded them and mercy wasn’t in o

at Anton, watching his elated face every time he stabbed someone with his blade, and I smirked. He knew how to have fun at a

d crossed, then gather all the relatives and friends of these traitors who came to this

see her and make sure she was alive, so I put my horse to the test that nigh

ake up, but I did what you asked me for,

h her in my arms, I got on the horse, snuggling her against my chest, and left for the camp. It was then her la