Kymberly_Phillips

[Mature Content]*No Rape*


"How long until the Kings Match," I ask, I know the Kings Match is random in time, called whenever the King decides, usually when in dire need. Not much is known of the Match, the last one was four decades ago.




Ryker is the one that answers my question. "We should arrive in less than four weeks. You are the last to be collected so a week after our arrival. The King wanted the last one collected to have more than a day to recover from the journey before the Match began." He responds detached as if sounding bored.




"You speak as if I am an object and not a person. Lovely." I say dripping with sarcasm.




"Ignore him. He sees everyone as objects or objectives, so do not take any offense from it." Stated his twin Casey, I raise a brow at that. Both twins have timbre like voices, however, Casey is like silk while Ryker is rough.




I let out a giggle at a thought that went through me, one I could not help but laugh at. Both twins look at me with raised brows wanting to know what is so funny.




"You two would be amazing to bed but complete opposites it seems in how you would handle a woman," I say with a lightness to it. Duncan who was drinking water gasps as he nearly chokes on a laugh. All the men look at me for a moment before laughing, Ryker a rasp of a low laugh. All except Koal who just smirks, better than the emotionless face.




While I had them laughing I couldn't resist the urge to add, "Actually I think you two together in bed with a woman would be a combination no one could resist. Especially how you two would meet all needs." Saying this the laughing turned into howling from the three others. Ryker looked at me, intrigued as if actually considering it, while Casey had a blush come across his dark skin, still laughing.




"Seems you need a better man in your bed if you are considering trying to get the twins into your bed just to fill your needs." I turn to the voice of no other than Koal, with a challenge in his eyes.

*I Do NOT Own the Rights to the photo cover.*

The King's Match

Sixteen. She was sixteen when she took the seat, and she comes from a family of Warlords and Warladies.


One second she was smiling and relaxed, she looked like any other woman in her late twenties and within a breath of air, she became what people feared on the battlefield.


I noticed back in the village, that all women of this territory wear practical clothing. She wears black fitted pants, a loose black shirt, a black leather jacket with a hood, and black lace-up boots that reach to her knees, she looks like death coming for you when she is angered with her near-black eyes, dark hair, and cloths.


Her brother is her second makes much sense, after her explaining her family history of being over the territory. This family is full of fighters and they seem to hold honor above it all, especially hard-earned honor and position. My man is from a territory that does not see women as equals, they especially do not see young women as anything more than future wives and mothers, let alone leaders.


Oh, how my men will learn that the women of Elyrea are different, but this Warlady is a completely different breed entirely. Gods help the men that don't learn quick enough.


We walked until near dusk, finding a clearing near a stream, Elyrea is abundant in lush forests and fresh springs, finding campsites will not be an issue while on this journey. All the men have packs like my own, the man that took my pack earlier hands it to me prior to him walking off.


The man that carried my pack, was dark-skinned, with black hair dark as night. Brown eyes like tilled soil, and like all the men, built like a warrior. None have spoken to me, even the nice one named Zale.


After I have my bedroll set out next to where the redhead that yelled at me earlier is making a fire, I decide to break the strained silence for their sake.


"What is your name?" I do not sound as nice as I did earlier in the day, however, I am not cold either.


"Aires, Warlady." He says with a small smile.


"Like the God?" I ask, peculiar to name a child after the old Gods, especially the God of war.


"Yes but spelled differently. My mother wanted to honor the God without insult. So she spelled it like the air you breathe with the 'es' to make it sound like Ares." He stated, never losing the smile he had.


I nod my head in understanding, "What is your name? We were only told to retrieve the Warlady of Elyrea and nothing else about you except your description."


At his question, all that were setting up their bedrolls and helping with the fire stopped to look at me.


With a wry smile, I say, "I am Dea Bellona." I wait for the reactions, all men have the look of both fascination and a little fear, except that sliver hair warrior.


"Bellona? As in daughter of Alvara and Callan Bellona?" Asked a dirty blonde, light-skinned male with hazel eyes.


I nod, I sit waiting for more questions, there are always more questions, I am not disappointed.


"What is your grandmother's name?" The silver-haired man asked the look in his eyes shows that he may already know.


Admiration