Countess-Jellybean

Lady Maia The road beneath me was soft after all the recent rain and Dalry’s hooves sank slightly into the mud as we trotted along. I turned and watched Porthmor grow smaller, this was the first time I had ever left the city, but I was only going to a small town that Tristan, one of the local guards that I actually liked, had told me about, somewhere called Penmor. The high outer wall could not hide the richest houses which protruded above announcing to every criminal for miles around that they had money, although that did not mean that they did not have security. Only the bravest criminals tried to steal from them and only a few had su

Walking into the stable with Dalry, Maia was surprised to see Hawkon brushing down her father’s horse. Muttered words were being uttered to this black beauty who stood placidly enjoying himself. “Hawkon.” Maia called and he patted Ealdor’s neck before exiting his stall. “Did you have a nice ride, my lady?” He asked politely. “Yes thank you, but I think something might be wrong with her, she seemed a little skippy.” Worry etched across her face. Hawkon came forward and stroked down Dalry’s neck. “When was the last time you rode her?” He asked calmly, his eyes staying trained on

“La? Wake up La.” I heard a voice calling me from my dream or should I say nightmare. I feel my sword in my hand, blood dripping off the end. My eyes widen as I see who I have just attacked. Ronan is lying there looking up at me with sad eyes, blood pooling across his chest. “Lacyra! Wake up.” The voice surrounds me but I ignore it, all that matters is Ronan. He smiles gently up at me like he knew something I didn’t. I throw my sword down with a cry and kneel down beside him. I bring his head onto my lap because I know that wound and I know he won’t survive. “No, no, no.” I repeat over and over.