Once a prince, now a slave, Adrian must struggle to readjust and survive in a world unknown to him. He’s got escape on the mind, but his new Master is proving to be a bit of a distraction. What happens when you find yourself falling for the elf who took everything from you?
Magnus is over being overlooked and Prince Adrian is the key to all of his problems. He’s just a bit more than Magnus was expecting. Well, a lot more. Adrian is turning his entire world upside down and he might be more than just a means to an end.
It was the blaring of the horns that woke Adrian, sending him jolting from a sound sleep and into a near panic. He knew those horns. The loud trumpeting, the frantic beat to which his heart was now matched. These horns could only mean one thing.
Merish was under attack.
Quickly scrambling from the bed, legs tangling in the sheets he half stumbled half fell. Hands madly searching the floor for his leggings, he tried to control his harsh breathing.
This couldn’t be happening.
He chanted that over and over again as he tried to quickly tug on his leggings. They had just cleared his hips when his door was flung open and a servant scurried in.
“My prince, we must go at once. Kitar has invaded and is sweeping through; already the fighting has reached the castle proper.”
Before he could even think to respond the elf was grabbing his arm and yanking him towards the door. He was almost through the door before his brain overcame his shock at being manhandled by a servant.
The elf just kept tugging. Adrian dug his heels in and yanked, nearly ripping his arm from the socket when the bigger elf did not relent.
“I need to grab my sword at the least; to go weaponless would be to ask for death.”
“Sir, we have no time!” Another hard yank to his arm had Adrian stumbling completely out the door and into an empty hall.
Something was not right. The hair on the back of his neck rose.
No servant would so handle a prince and no one in their right mind would deny someone the chance to grab a weapon when under attack. He pulled back with all his might.
“Unhand me now! I will go on my own from here.” When the grip did not relent, but only got tighter and the elf began to drag him faster down the hall, Adrian went with plan B.
His whole body went limp and the next pull sent him flying into the servant, knocking the elf off balance. Quickly Adrian twisted and yanked away, his elbow snapping down on the offending hand. Taken by surprise, the elf let go and Adrian did not waste a moment, his now free arm came up and his fist connected with the elf’s nose.
Not bothering to wait around, Adrian took off back for his room, and the sword that lay within. A master with the sword he was not, lacking much of the brawn most fighters had, but he was passable enough according to every instructor he’d ever had. Passable would have to be damn good for the moment.
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Meg Harding is a graduate student, currently studying MA Publishing in the UK. She plans to continue on to become an editor, all while continuing to write.
When she isn’t writing she enjoys the theatre, concerts, and lazing about in front of the TV.