Goldenheart001

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

...................................................................................................................................................................
" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

.................................................................
*** MATURE CONTENT***
warning


After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

...........
" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

A surge of adrenaline propelled both assassins into action. With unyielding determination, Sewa and Ifafunto swiftly grabbed the fallen swords that lay beside the lifeless body of their fallen opponent. The cold touch of the hilt sent shivers down their spines as they engaged in a fierce battle that would test their mettle like never before.


The swords met in a symphony of steel, the clash of blades reverberating through the air. Sewa's movements were fluid, her footwork graceful yet fierce, as she sought to maintain a balance between offense and defense. Ifafunto's style was marked by a controlled aggression, his strikes powerful and strategic, aimed at breaking through his opponent's defenses.


Each clash of their swords created a dazzling display of skill and precision. The sound of steel meeting steel was punctuated by their grunts and the rhythm of their steps. Their breaths synchronized with their movements, creating a rhythm that mirrored the ebb and flow of the battle.


In the midst of the intense swordplay, one of the assassins seized a crucial opening. With a calculated move, he managed to divert Ifafunto's attention, catching him off guard. In that fleeting moment, the assassin closed in on Ifafunto, seeking to overpower him. A desperate struggle ensued, each trying to gain the upper hand in a battle of strength and willpower.


Meanwhile, Sewa's focus had shifted momentarily as she witnessed Ifafunto's predicament. It was this split-second distraction that the other assassin capitalized on. With a lightning-fast strike, he lunged at Sewa, his blade finding a gap in her defenses. The blade punctured her side, and she staggered back, falling to one knee, pain coursing through her body.


The cave seemed to hush as the combatants paused for a breath, the intensity of the battle now etched across their faces.  the combatants paused, their labored breaths the only sound breaking the silence. The clash had taken an unexpected turn, both Sewa and Ifafunto now grappling with their injuries and the grim reality of their mission teetering on the brink.It was then that the unexpected happened. Like a mango tree collapsing under its own weight, one of the assassins fell, his strength giving way. In a sudden twist of fate, the fifth prince burst into the room, his presence a welcome surprise. He dashed towards Sewa, concern etched across his face as he knelt beside her, his eyes immediately assessing the wound she bore.Sewa, taken aback by the sudden turn of events and the appearance of the fifth prince, was left without words. Her surprise mingled with a sense of relief as the prince's intervention provided a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. The unspoken question hung in the air, a question of alliances and motivations that neither she nor Ifafunto could fully grasp in that moment.


chapter 34 knight in shining armor