Savage

Thamus Pov

"No! Kill me instead, but spare her life." The princess pleaded and held onto the other girl. Thamus was a bit taken aback as this had never happened before. The royal family, he had killed would let everyone else die before them.

"You would give your life for her? A maiden?" He asked, and she glared at him.

"She has a name, and yes. I would give my life for her."

"Why?" Thamus requested and signaled his men to wait.

"I don't have to justify my actions for you." She milled, and he began to chuckle.

"Yes, you do. You see. There are thousands of us and two of you. And all those thousands of men would love to get their turn with a gorgeous princess before they burn her alive. All I have to do is give the command, and that exclusive dress of yours will be torn into pieces." Thamus uttered coldly, and he could see the flicker in her eyes.

"You're high... Winter," The maiden whispered, "Yes, Thora." Winter replied.

"Please, I can't let that happen to you. Let them kill me."

"No. I can't." Princess Winter replies but kept her eyes on Thamus.

Thamus sighed. We cannot be delayed through the night. Take the princess to the carriage and do whatever you want to the young woman."

"NO!" The princess roared and began to fight off the men. Thamus shook his head. But he'd be a liar if he didn't want to attract her. She was fair in a simple way. Her white hair was braided around her head, forming a crown, and her lips looked kissable—something he would never notice on a woman before.

"Enough!" He roared and walked up to the princess. He leaned over her and nailed her with his gaze.

"You'll either walk out freely, or I will carry you myself." She smirked at him, and then he felt her saliva drip from his eye.

Thamus wiped it off with the back of his hand and then threw her over his shoulder and merged out from the castle.

She was banging on his armor, but it didn't bother him that much, all though she would probably have sore hands later on.

Thamus didn't know why he didn't kill her on the spot with the other royal family.

He wanted to, but there was something about her that spoke to him in a way he couldn't re-tell.

And it was something he couldn't understand at this point.

His men watched him as he passed by with a furious woman over his shoulder. Some of them nodded approvingly, knowing that their King would be pleased tonight by her wildness.

"Let me go, savage!" she roared angrily, and Thamus threw her into the carriage, and they left the kingdom of the Gold Coast behind.

"How dare you?" She gave him a look and straightened her dress on her lap.

"I would recommend learning when to talk or not to talk," Thamus said and leaned over the chair.

"Of course you would. Preach the Lord, man has spoken!" She spoke coldly and stared out the window.

"Where are you taking me?" She demanded after a while of silence. "We are going back to the Dragonfly." Thamus returns, and she frowned. "What are you taking me there for?" she asked him. Thamus met her gaze and smirked.

"I don't know yet. But I will enjoy you in the meantime." Her eyes widened, and she panted for air.

"I'm not letting you near me." Thamus snapped his neck and met her gaze, "I'm not asking for your permission." He answered harshly.

Winter's Pov

"So you would enjoy raping me?" Winter grew coldly, and Thamus nailed her with his eyes.

"What did you call me before? A savage? Now: What does a savage do? Winter?" Winter swallowed nervously when he had her name in his mouth.

"A savage is a cold, hard-blooded fighter who takes anything he wants without seeking consent."

"Good, Winter. Keep that in mind." He said, and Winter bit her lip. She was utterly in discomfort. And she wondered where Thora was.

"Did they kill her? Thora?" She asked with a shudder. Thamus tilted his head and gazed out the window. "I wouldn't know. They had permission to do what they wanted. They might take her back with them if they enjoyed her."

"And if you guess?" Winter asked, and Thamus milled. "I never guess. You either know, or you don't. Guessing won't give you an answer."

And with that reply, Winter kept silent for the rest of the ride. They ended up traveling for days and even shifted carriage at one point.

Arrival At The Dragon Fly - Thamus Pov

They arrived in front of the castle, and Thamus combatant was guarding the area and greeted his return back to the castle and celebrated their victory off the battlefield.

But Winter refused to leave the carriage when told, so Thamus had to carry her again over the shoulder, and of course, it caused a scene this time as well.

"I want supper brought into my chamber immediately." He ordered out to one of the curious servants as he passed by the entrance while he fought to keep Winter on his shoulder.

She was a little belligerent, that's for sure.

"Set me down!" She demanded over and over again. They entered Thamus chambers, and he put her down after locking the door.

Winter backed away from Thamus while he raised an eyebrow at her.

"What's the matter, you don't want to spout?" He asks with a low and raw tone, making Winter take another step back...

"Keep your dirty hands to yourself." She said, defiant, making Thamus laugh.

"Oh, Winter. You are far much enjoyable than I imagine you to be," Winter glared at him as he sat down on the bed and began to undress in front of her. She looked away when she saw his bare chest with burning cheeks.

Thamus notices that Winters gazes shamelessly and smiles, "Do you like what you have in front of you, princess?" Thamus said in a low and sultry tone. Winter could tell that Thamus enjoyed teasing her, and she sighed but then winced when someone knocked on the door.

Thamus got up and opened it, and a servant came in with their night supper.

"You can go," Thamus ordained as the man left without a word, and then Thamus closed the door again.

"Are you starving? You haven't eaten." Winter shrugged.

"No. And I shall not." She replied and sat down on a chair. Thamus ignored her and ate his food before he undresses his bottoms and lay down on the bed.

"I am going to rest now. Combats are surrounding the castle and are outside the chamber: you can try to run. Just know that they can do whatever they want with you if you do so. You can either sleep in here with me or wherever you find comfort in this room." Thamus spoke nonchalantly and blew out the candle next to his bed.

Winter's Pov

Winter sat still on the chair and soon heard Thamus snoring. She was in fact starving, and she saw that there was food left for her also on the table. She snuck across the floor and ate every last crumble in one heartbeat.

But now when she felt fulfilled, her dress began to tighten uncomfortably around her stomach as the corset was tightly tied.

Winter knew she could never sleep with this on, and she had it on for three days now and she was sick of the discomfort it brought her.

She came out of her gown after a long fight. But she couldn't reach around to the tying of the corset. She swore as a man and stood in all positions that could give her arms a wider reach, but it was all in the vein.

But Winter had no idea that Thamus was wide awake and was quite entertained with her struggles.

She was bending in ways Thamus had never seen a woman bend into. Stunned and overwhelmed, Thamus soon felt the need to help the poor princess.

Winter stood with her back against the bed and nearly wept as she suddenly felt her hands on her lower arms.

"Let me," He mumbles and he began to untie her corset. Winter hesitated, but she let it happen because she was exhausted by the struggle.

"Anything else you need help with?" Thamus whispers in her ear. She trembled when his fingers wander down her back after he opened the corset and revealed her bare skin.

"No," She mumbled, "But I don't have any other clothes." She added and soon Thamus reached her a white shirt.

"Go on, put it on." Winter turned around and had her back against him and pulled the shirt over her head with a fast movement, knowing he watched her every move.

She turned around and was quite embarrassed by standing only in her underwear and shirt which only lowered her thighs.

She's never been exposed to a man like that in her entire life. But somehow her intuition calmed her about him.

His acts exposed his threats.