The Kings Opal
Chapter One
I was roughly thrown to the floor; the blindfold ripped off. I blinked in the dazzling light, my head stinging from the axe wound. Blood dripped down my face, my neck, my chest. A soldier pulled my head back with a fistful of hair. I was forced to look upon her.
Oh, she was beautiful! Dangerously beautiful. Robed in numerous silks of every shade of purple, she was not underdressed. Her long hair, curls of spun gold, flowed to the stone floor. Her skin was pale, the delicate pink shade a noble lady’s should be. I might have noticed this, had I not seen the malice in her eyes.
“Three years,” she said, stepping down from the throne, “since I last saw you, Tahno.”
My breathing was ragged.
“Three years that you have been resisting me. Why Tahno, when all I wish is for your good?”
I was silent, fighting desperately against her enchantment. She had a sickeningly sweet voice.
She stepped gracefully nearer, one feminine hand reached out to touch my wound. “How this must hurt you,” she said pushing her fingers slightly deeper into the wound.
I did not flinch.
“I can make them stop hunting you,” she whispered, the promise like a cool drink of water. Poisoned water. “With one word, you will be worshiped.”
She dragged her fingers down the side of my face and to my neck.
“What a pity,” she murmured, “that you had to be hurt this way. I did not wish it…” Her voice trailed of in mock sorrow.
“I’ll not serve you Anor,” I said, “do not ask.”
“Tahno, you are the last human alive who stands against me. How lonely that must feel,” a hint of frustration and contempt tinted her voice. “You will never succeed. Surrender to me!”
“Never.”
Anor pulled me close ‘till her face was only inches from mine. I stared into her glittering black eyes.
“I know of the ring Tahno. Bring it to me and I shall spare you. You will sit by my side and rule with me.”
“You have no right to sit in that throne.”
“Bring me the ring!”
“I’ll die before I give it to you!”
Anor released my neck and reclined in the throne again.
“You’re wrong Tahno. There are some fates much worse than death. Take him to the dungeon.”
One of the soldiers struck me on the head.
I passed out.
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