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

Four years I have fought day and night to survive. Only for each day to be the same, covered in blood. Today is no different.


After four years of fighting either on the borders of Elyrea or in my own home of Capse, today seems to be a rare opportunity for Dea Bellona. No challenges today, nor any intruders in the territory. What was unexpected was seeing her grandmother, who has not stepped foot in Capse in over a decade.


At seeing my Ma, I quickened my step to meet her on the outskirts of the village. For a grandmother nearing seventy she is still in very good health. After having two children and helping raise two grandchildren, she still has the spark of life in her eyes. Ma is my height at 5'7", slim build from training, but unlike myself Ma has curves that still turn heads of men, black hair as dark as night, blue eyes like a thunderstorm, and sharp features.


I inherited the sharp cheek bones, small straight nose and almond-shaped eyes from her. Where her eyes are blue mine are so dark brown they are nearly black with my hair just as dark. Many mistake her as my mother instead of grandmother since she raised me and my brother when our parents died.


Like many women in Elyrea, my Ma is wearing practical clothing: fitted black pants, loose light grey shirt, black leather jacket, and black boots that reach nearly to her knees. She is a sight to behold and one to be feared. Morrigan Bellona, former Warlady of Elyrea is my grandmother and mentor.


At finally reaching each other, we are on the edge of Capse which is a small village in Elyrea that holds the power of the territory. We are in the shade of the forest- at least for the time being since it is only mid morning. As soon as she is within reach, I pull her into a hug.


Ma chuckles as she returns the hug, "Long time little one." She is smiling as we pull apart from each other.


"I have not seen you in over four years, Ma, what brings you back to Capse?" I can't help the little worry that comes into my tone, she despises this place.


"I have not only heard but seen that you have been fighting more than any before you. I came to see why." The anger in her tone and eyes is apparent, this is the Morrigan that ruled for three decades, not my grandmother. All of the relaxed and joyful demeanor she showed prior is gone, everything is business now.


"Seen? What do you mean by seen? You have not been in Capse in over a decade." My tone is defensive, there is no way of it not being, even with her anger apparent and my defensive position we are both calm. 


Calculated even, she taught me no matter the feelings you have you are cold in dealing with your station and title.


"Child just because you did not see, does not mean I was not here." At that, the anger in her eyes and tone lessened and body relaxed, she put her hand on my shoulder nudging us into a walk. We walked in comfortable silence walking the perimeter of the village just outside the patrol.


Warlady Dea