Title: Run in the Blood
Author: A. E. Ross
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: December 25, 2017
Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 78700
Genre: Fantasy, LGBT, Fantasy, abduction, family-drama, mythical creatures, dark, pirates, royalty, sailors, quest
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Synopsis
Raised on the high seas as an avaricious
corsair, Aela Crane has turned her back on her roots, but she can’t seem to
stem the ancient magic that courses through her. Del is a soft-spoken soldier
who seems to know more about Aela’s inherited powers than she does. Brynne’s
the crofter’s daughter who’s reluctantly learning to become a princess, if she
could just get a certain swashbuckling someone off her mind.
corsair, Aela Crane has turned her back on her roots, but she can’t seem to
stem the ancient magic that courses through her. Del is a soft-spoken soldier
who seems to know more about Aela’s inherited powers than she does. Brynne’s
the crofter’s daughter who’s reluctantly learning to become a princess, if she
could just get a certain swashbuckling someone off her mind.
Originally hired on (okay, blackmailed)
by the King of the island nation of Thandepar, Aela’s light monster
extermination gig takes a fast turn into kidnapping-for-profit. Del tries to
ignore family issues by searching for a long lost friend, and ends up getting
both for the price of one. Brynne’s prepared to give up her heart for her
country until her own personal heartbreaker shows up with the most terrible
timing.
by the King of the island nation of Thandepar, Aela’s light monster
extermination gig takes a fast turn into kidnapping-for-profit. Del tries to
ignore family issues by searching for a long lost friend, and ends up getting
both for the price of one. Brynne’s prepared to give up her heart for her
country until her own personal heartbreaker shows up with the most terrible
timing.
As the three of them become more
entwined in their own political predicaments, and each other’s lives, they may
discover that the legacies their parents have left them aren’t as solid as they
seemed. In fact, they may just slip through their fingers, leaving all three
fumbling to forge their own future, before the kingdom comes crashing down
around them.
entwined in their own political predicaments, and each other’s lives, they may
discover that the legacies their parents have left them aren’t as solid as they
seemed. In fact, they may just slip through their fingers, leaving all three
fumbling to forge their own future, before the kingdom comes crashing down
around them.
Excerpt
Run in the Blood
A.E. Ross © 2017
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
A sharp blast of seawater hit Aela Crane
square in the face, soaking her curls. As she gripped the rim of the crow’s
nest with dark knuckles, the surface of the ocean seemed to rise up to meet her
as the brigantine listed at a dangerous horizontal angle. The captain was
throwing out all the stops to catch up to the mercantile cog just ahead of
them.
square in the face, soaking her curls. As she gripped the rim of the crow’s
nest with dark knuckles, the surface of the ocean seemed to rise up to meet her
as the brigantine listed at a dangerous horizontal angle. The captain was
throwing out all the stops to catch up to the mercantile cog just ahead of
them.
Just below, her shipmates flew through
the rigging, raising and lowering the sails as the ship made a shuddering turn
to the right. On the deck, she could see a familiar spark of flame as their
archers held lit arrows nocked to their bows, ready to release them into the
air.
the rigging, raising and lowering the sails as the ship made a shuddering turn
to the right. On the deck, she could see a familiar spark of flame as their
archers held lit arrows nocked to their bows, ready to release them into the
air.
The corsair ship, faster and sleeker,
gained on the struggling cog. Aela knew that their captain, the infamous man
named Dreadmoor, would not give up his quarry. He did not like to lose. She
heard his voice call out gruffly from the fore as he ordered the archers to
release the flaming shafts. The arrows arced up and over, some sinking into the
cog’s starboard side with a dull thunk, while the truer ones found their targets.
Screams rent the frigid air as the brigantine finally veered within spitting
distance. Several grappling hooks sank into the cog’s side, stabilising the two
vessels.
gained on the struggling cog. Aela knew that their captain, the infamous man
named Dreadmoor, would not give up his quarry. He did not like to lose. She
heard his voice call out gruffly from the fore as he ordered the archers to
release the flaming shafts. The arrows arced up and over, some sinking into the
cog’s starboard side with a dull thunk, while the truer ones found their targets.
Screams rent the frigid air as the brigantine finally veered within spitting
distance. Several grappling hooks sank into the cog’s side, stabilising the two
vessels.
The dull sound of boots on soaking wood
thundered below her as the corsairs swarmed across a boarding plank, their
swords ruthlessly singing with the blood of the merchant sailors. Aela leaped
down from the crow’s nest; her hands burned on the coarse rope as she swung
herself down to the deck where her own salt-weathered boots landed with a wet
thud. The rigging above her head shook as the lookout boy scrambled down, eager
to cross the planks and join in the fray. He landed beside her and slipped a
dull blade from his belt. Shaking back his shaggy red hair, he grinned up at
her. She clicked her tongue in reply and hefted her speargun with muscular
arms, scarred by the marks of a dangerous life. Knife wounds and near misses
were etched into her powerful limbs, evidence of her trade.
thundered below her as the corsairs swarmed across a boarding plank, their
swords ruthlessly singing with the blood of the merchant sailors. Aela leaped
down from the crow’s nest; her hands burned on the coarse rope as she swung
herself down to the deck where her own salt-weathered boots landed with a wet
thud. The rigging above her head shook as the lookout boy scrambled down, eager
to cross the planks and join in the fray. He landed beside her and slipped a
dull blade from his belt. Shaking back his shaggy red hair, he grinned up at
her. She clicked her tongue in reply and hefted her speargun with muscular
arms, scarred by the marks of a dangerous life. Knife wounds and near misses
were etched into her powerful limbs, evidence of her trade.
A corsair almost since birth, Aela Crane
had grown to womanhood in the crow’s nest, her only masters the sea and the
sword. She and the freckled boy, Timlet, made for the gangplank and the
merchant ship, but as Timlet took a step onto the cedar board, it lost its
purchase on the other side and fell free, crashing into the ocean below. Aela
grasped Timlet’s arm and pulled him stumbling backwards before he could follow
the plank down into the waves.
had grown to womanhood in the crow’s nest, her only masters the sea and the
sword. She and the freckled boy, Timlet, made for the gangplank and the
merchant ship, but as Timlet took a step onto the cedar board, it lost its
purchase on the other side and fell free, crashing into the ocean below. Aela
grasped Timlet’s arm and pulled him stumbling backwards before he could follow
the plank down into the waves.
“Thanks.” Timlet smiled graciously,
blushing. Aela released him as he took several steps back, readying himself. He
burst forward towards the side of the ship and then leaped off the edge and
across the gap to land safely on the other side. Not a moment after landing, he
flew into the fray, confronting a young merchant sailor who had naught but a
trowel to defend himself.
blushing. Aela released him as he took several steps back, readying himself. He
burst forward towards the side of the ship and then leaped off the edge and
across the gap to land safely on the other side. Not a moment after landing, he
flew into the fray, confronting a young merchant sailor who had naught but a
trowel to defend himself.
Aela stepped back, considering the jump.
The gap between the ships wasn’t large, but she didn’t have the same acrobatic
knack as Timlet, and above else, valued style over substance. She aimed her
speargun into the mast of the merchant ship and let it fly. The spear arced
through the night sky, and the spear tip buried itself deep into the mast,
pulling the line taut. Aela took a run and swung herself across the gap to land
up on the aftcastle.
The gap between the ships wasn’t large, but she didn’t have the same acrobatic
knack as Timlet, and above else, valued style over substance. She aimed her
speargun into the mast of the merchant ship and let it fly. The spear arced
through the night sky, and the spear tip buried itself deep into the mast,
pulling the line taut. Aela took a run and swung herself across the gap to land
up on the aftcastle.
Knees bent, she scanned the action. Her
fellow corsairs fought man-to-man on the deck below. She could see Timlet
dodging the young sailor’s trowel, bobbing and weaving as he prepared his
attack as she had taught him. He ducked and danced away from his opponent’s
lunges, letting him tire until he could get in behind and slit the throat. As
he pulled his knife across the boy’s neck and released his blood, the body fell
backwards, collapsing onto Timlet. Aela shook her head. The boy still had a lot
to learn. As Timlet struggled to free himself, another man fought his way along
the deck, past the body of the young sailor.
fellow corsairs fought man-to-man on the deck below. She could see Timlet
dodging the young sailor’s trowel, bobbing and weaving as he prepared his
attack as she had taught him. He ducked and danced away from his opponent’s
lunges, letting him tire until he could get in behind and slit the throat. As
he pulled his knife across the boy’s neck and released his blood, the body fell
backwards, collapsing onto Timlet. Aela shook her head. The boy still had a lot
to learn. As Timlet struggled to free himself, another man fought his way along
the deck, past the body of the young sailor.
The man swung and jabbed at every
corsair he could reach, seeming to search the boat until his gaze met Aela’s as
she stood on the aftcastle. Here was the captain of the vessel. It was clear in
his purposeful stride, which hastened after he saw her and made his way towards
the stairs. Trying to think quickly, she tugged on the line of her speargun and
flipped the retraction lever as the steel tip came free of the mast. The line
reeled back into the gun and the sharp metal shaft came shooting back towards
her, clicking as it locked back into its place in the barrel.
corsair he could reach, seeming to search the boat until his gaze met Aela’s as
she stood on the aftcastle. Here was the captain of the vessel. It was clear in
his purposeful stride, which hastened after he saw her and made his way towards
the stairs. Trying to think quickly, she tugged on the line of her speargun and
flipped the retraction lever as the steel tip came free of the mast. The line
reeled back into the gun and the sharp metal shaft came shooting back towards
her, clicking as it locked back into its place in the barrel.
The merchant captain was almost upon her
as she pulled her long dagger from its sheath and turned to block his first
swing. She scanned his form. He wore a vivid purple coat. Its crest featured
the North Star, a sign of his patronage to the king of Thandepar, the frozen
country in whose waters they currently sailed, and whose merchants they
currently slaughtered. She smirked as he lunged again, and blocked him easily.
as she pulled her long dagger from its sheath and turned to block his first
swing. She scanned his form. He wore a vivid purple coat. Its crest featured
the North Star, a sign of his patronage to the king of Thandepar, the frozen
country in whose waters they currently sailed, and whose merchants they
currently slaughtered. She smirked as he lunged again, and blocked him easily.
“Don’t worry. We’re here to relieve you
of your extra cargo.” She grinned, lowering her gaze as she flicked his curved
sword away with her blade. She circled him, daring him to strike again.
of your extra cargo.” She grinned, lowering her gaze as she flicked his curved
sword away with her blade. She circled him, daring him to strike again.
“What goods? We’ve nothing but a hold full
of bodies, thanks to you.” His hair was grey, and his skin was sickly pale.
Still, there was something familiar in the ridge of his nose and the set of his
brow. The captain tried to gauge her skill as she stepped around him, dancing
away as he tried another strike. She clicked her tongue at him.
of bodies, thanks to you.” His hair was grey, and his skin was sickly pale.
Still, there was something familiar in the ridge of his nose and the set of his
brow. The captain tried to gauge her skill as she stepped around him, dancing
away as he tried another strike. She clicked her tongue at him.
“Oh come on. You’ve got to have
something good down there, sailing in the dead of night like you are. No
lights. No noise. Quiet as a thief.” She lunged in with her blade, not to cut
but to tap him on his waist, teasing. Furrowing his brow, he jumped back out of
his range, a curious look in his pale blue eyes.
something good down there, sailing in the dead of night like you are. No
lights. No noise. Quiet as a thief.” She lunged in with her blade, not to cut
but to tap him on his waist, teasing. Furrowing his brow, he jumped back out of
his range, a curious look in his pale blue eyes.
“So quiet we were, one almost wonders
how you found us.” He raised an eyebrow and stepped aside quickly as Aela
pounced forward for a true strike. He was spry, which surprised her. He was
much sharper than he seemed, in his delicate purple coat.
how you found us.” He raised an eyebrow and stepped aside quickly as Aela
pounced forward for a true strike. He was spry, which surprised her. He was
much sharper than he seemed, in his delicate purple coat.
“Come closer,” she said, still taunting.
“I can make you a free man.” Her tongue brushed her lower lip as she stepped in
close, tucking her blade between his arm and abdomen. “One plunge of my dagger
and you’ll have no king but the patron of the dead.” Aela jumped back rapidly
as the captain struck at her shoulder. She was too quick, and his sword cut
only air. He sneered.
“I can make you a free man.” Her tongue brushed her lower lip as she stepped in
close, tucking her blade between his arm and abdomen. “One plunge of my dagger
and you’ll have no king but the patron of the dead.” Aela jumped back rapidly
as the captain struck at her shoulder. She was too quick, and his sword cut
only air. He sneered.
“You corsairs are all the same. You
think you are the only free people in this world.” His voice was strained.
think you are the only free people in this world.” His voice was strained.
“Yes, as that is the case.” She mocked
him smugly as she sidestepped another blow.
him smugly as she sidestepped another blow.
“Ah, but is it? I have land, I have a
lord, and I have—” He stepped in towards her, catching her off guard. “—a
family.” He thrust his blade against her outer thigh, pressing its sharp edge
through her rough trousers, splitting threads and drawing blood, but barely
wounding. “And your lifestyle will not allow you those things. Is that
freedom?”
lord, and I have—” He stepped in towards her, catching her off guard. “—a
family.” He thrust his blade against her outer thigh, pressing its sharp edge
through her rough trousers, splitting threads and drawing blood, but barely
wounding. “And your lifestyle will not allow you those things. Is that
freedom?”
Aela jumped back, feeling his blade
slide free of her flesh. She gave a quick glance down to the deck to see Timlet
scrapping with another sailor.
slide free of her flesh. She gave a quick glance down to the deck to see Timlet
scrapping with another sailor.
“What is it you people say?” the captain
continued. “I pledge allegiance to the sea. Landless, lawless, honour free?”
continued. “I pledge allegiance to the sea. Landless, lawless, honour free?”
She spat at his feet. “My crewmates are
my family, and this ocean is my land.” She thrust forward, but the captain
stepped free of her blow. She was becoming irritated, and she knew that it made
her vulnerable to attack, but she pressed onwards, striking again and again but
failing to land a blow. He had made her angry, and the heat rolled off her
body, warming her blade, fueling her fire. She tried to blink it away, but it
was too late—she could not recover her concentration. The captain lowered his
sword as he gaped at her. She knew that her eyes had blazed from their usual
deep brown to a candle’s twin. Blazing orange, flickering like a flame, and the
pupil ringed with blue. Before this moment, she could have been any woman to
him, from any place. Her complexion was not unusual; deep brown eyes with skin
the colour of a sequoia tree, its strength echoed in her muscular frame. Her
head was crested by a bluster of curls, the sides haphazardly shaved for ease
of maintenance at sea. Besides the profiteer’s attitude, the sea-dog smell, and
the uncanny bloodlust, she would have been passed without notice in any
marketplace.
my family, and this ocean is my land.” She thrust forward, but the captain
stepped free of her blow. She was becoming irritated, and she knew that it made
her vulnerable to attack, but she pressed onwards, striking again and again but
failing to land a blow. He had made her angry, and the heat rolled off her
body, warming her blade, fueling her fire. She tried to blink it away, but it
was too late—she could not recover her concentration. The captain lowered his
sword as he gaped at her. She knew that her eyes had blazed from their usual
deep brown to a candle’s twin. Blazing orange, flickering like a flame, and the
pupil ringed with blue. Before this moment, she could have been any woman to
him, from any place. Her complexion was not unusual; deep brown eyes with skin
the colour of a sequoia tree, its strength echoed in her muscular frame. Her
head was crested by a bluster of curls, the sides haphazardly shaved for ease
of maintenance at sea. Besides the profiteer’s attitude, the sea-dog smell, and
the uncanny bloodlust, she would have been passed without notice in any
marketplace.
“Monster.” He choked out the word. His
eyes were locked on hers. She allowed herself a moment to hate the familiar
fear in his gaze before she lunged forward, striking at him, forcing him to
defend himself.
eyes were locked on hers. She allowed herself a moment to hate the familiar
fear in his gaze before she lunged forward, striking at him, forcing him to
defend himself.
“Do you want to keep staring? A second
ago, you wanted to kill me.” Aela sliced into his leg, letting the blade bite
before ripping it back.
ago, you wanted to kill me.” Aela sliced into his leg, letting the blade bite
before ripping it back.
She burned on, forcing him backwards.
She had him up against the railing of the aftcastle, her dagger at his throat,
the sea at his back, ready to finish him off when she heard a noise behind her.
She glanced back, expecting a sailor come to defend his captain, but she could
see the battle had ended. It was only Timlet, scrambling up the stairs towards
her. That one look back cost her the chance for a killing blow. The captain
pushed her back, and before she could strike him, he leapt over the railing and
into the sea, swimming clear of the rudder and away from the cog. Timlet joined
Aela at the railing as they stared out at the sea and the merchant captain
swimming away in the waves. Aela’s eyes still burned.
She had him up against the railing of the aftcastle, her dagger at his throat,
the sea at his back, ready to finish him off when she heard a noise behind her.
She glanced back, expecting a sailor come to defend his captain, but she could
see the battle had ended. It was only Timlet, scrambling up the stairs towards
her. That one look back cost her the chance for a killing blow. The captain
pushed her back, and before she could strike him, he leapt over the railing and
into the sea, swimming clear of the rudder and away from the cog. Timlet joined
Aela at the railing as they stared out at the sea and the merchant captain
swimming away in the waves. Aela’s eyes still burned.
“You little bastard, you let him jump!”
She swore at Timlet, and a red blush spread under his freckles as he edged away
to avoid her wrath.
She swore at Timlet, and a red blush spread under his freckles as he edged away
to avoid her wrath.
“It was an accident! I was only coming
to make sure you were all right!”
to make sure you were all right!”
“I protect you. It doesn’t work the
other way around.”
other way around.”
“Well, he’ll never make it to land
anyways! He’ll just bleed out in the water or get speared by a narwhal or
somethin’,” Timlet stammered. Aela stepped towards him and he flinched as if
expecting a blow. Instead, she let out a laugh. The fire faded from her as she
put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
anyways! He’ll just bleed out in the water or get speared by a narwhal or
somethin’,” Timlet stammered. Aela stepped towards him and he flinched as if
expecting a blow. Instead, she let out a laugh. The fire faded from her as she
put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
“Speared by a narwhal? You’re
ridiculous.” She gave him a slight push backwards and turned back to the sea.
She pulled her speargun from its holster on her back and set it on the railing
to steady her aim. She found her mark through the sight and pulled the trigger,
sending the metal spear flying through the night. It landed with a thunk in the
captain’s back, as his desperate swimming ceased with a shriek. His body bobbed
on the frigid waves, spear sticking out like a dorsal fin.
ridiculous.” She gave him a slight push backwards and turned back to the sea.
She pulled her speargun from its holster on her back and set it on the railing
to steady her aim. She found her mark through the sight and pulled the trigger,
sending the metal spear flying through the night. It landed with a thunk in the
captain’s back, as his desperate swimming ceased with a shriek. His body bobbed
on the frigid waves, spear sticking out like a dorsal fin.
She cut the rope that connected the
spear to the gun. She would buy replacements on their imminent return to port,
and had no desire to keep this one as a reminder that she had failed to keep
her cool. Timlet squeaked behind her. She turned to see him rocking on his
heels.
spear to the gun. She would buy replacements on their imminent return to port,
and had no desire to keep this one as a reminder that she had failed to keep
her cool. Timlet squeaked behind her. She turned to see him rocking on his
heels.
“He wouldn’t have made it far before
drowning,” he remarked to his feet. Aela returned her gun to the holster and
stepped towards him. She could hear the sound of the other crewmates’
celebratory hoots as they carried goods from the merchant ship back to the brigantine.
drowning,” he remarked to his feet. Aela returned her gun to the holster and
stepped towards him. She could hear the sound of the other crewmates’
celebratory hoots as they carried goods from the merchant ship back to the brigantine.
“Ah, but drowning is a long and painful
death.” She shrugged and guided Timlet back down, across a new gangplank, and
onto their ship. They would break the cog, sinking it with the sailors’ bodies
inside, and find a less conspicuous spot to spend the night.
death.” She shrugged and guided Timlet back down, across a new gangplank, and
onto their ship. They would break the cog, sinking it with the sailors’ bodies
inside, and find a less conspicuous spot to spend the night.
They chose a deep cove to drop anchor in
until the morning. Its patchy evergreen forest was part of a small strip of
land along the southern coast of Thandepar that its people referred to as the
green belt. That coastline was one of the few fertile places on the northern
continent where crops could be grown in abundance. The only others were a
handful of deep river valleys tucked between the glaciers, the meltwater
carving out hollows where the people of Thandepar had settled their major towns.
It was a country made beautiful by its desolation. The valleys and the green
belt produced the majority of the food for the small nation, but its trade
wealth lay elsewhere.
until the morning. Its patchy evergreen forest was part of a small strip of
land along the southern coast of Thandepar that its people referred to as the
green belt. That coastline was one of the few fertile places on the northern
continent where crops could be grown in abundance. The only others were a
handful of deep river valleys tucked between the glaciers, the meltwater
carving out hollows where the people of Thandepar had settled their major towns.
It was a country made beautiful by its desolation. The valleys and the green
belt produced the majority of the food for the small nation, but its trade
wealth lay elsewhere.
Dreadmoor directed his corsair crew as
they carried their bounty deep into the brigantine’s hold. It contained a rich
cargo: gold from Thandepar’s deep mountain veins and vibrant dye squeezed from
its tundra lichen. The refugees from Old Ansar had found it that way when their
ships arrived on its shores. Empty. They came from southeastern lands of heat
and spice, overcome with brimstone, to a world so penetrated by frost that it
could scarcely feed their children. Gradually, they rebuilt their civilization,
digging deep in the mountains for gold to trade and squeezing what little life they
could out of the permafrost. Their capital, called Ghara, was built in the
ruins of a stone stronghold they found etched into a high peak, its previous
inhabitants long gone. But not entirely gone…
they carried their bounty deep into the brigantine’s hold. It contained a rich
cargo: gold from Thandepar’s deep mountain veins and vibrant dye squeezed from
its tundra lichen. The refugees from Old Ansar had found it that way when their
ships arrived on its shores. Empty. They came from southeastern lands of heat
and spice, overcome with brimstone, to a world so penetrated by frost that it
could scarcely feed their children. Gradually, they rebuilt their civilization,
digging deep in the mountains for gold to trade and squeezing what little life they
could out of the permafrost. Their capital, called Ghara, was built in the
ruins of a stone stronghold they found etched into a high peak, its previous
inhabitants long gone. But not entirely gone…
Aela floated on the surface of the
ocean. Her evening swim was a chance for solitude. She could reflect on her
thoughts without interruption. Heat radiated from her body, warming the water
in her perimeter, another aspect she had inherited from unknown ancestors.
ocean. Her evening swim was a chance for solitude. She could reflect on her
thoughts without interruption. Heat radiated from her body, warming the water
in her perimeter, another aspect she had inherited from unknown ancestors.
Tiny chunks of ice bobbed by, lazily
melting as they entered her range. She tried to rein in her feelings,
considering how the merchant captain had broken her practiced cool. He had
known what she was, so she had killed him.
melting as they entered her range. She tried to rein in her feelings,
considering how the merchant captain had broken her practiced cool. He had
known what she was, so she had killed him.
Aela dipped her head back into the warm
water, letting it pool around her temples and in the hollows of her ears. It
would have been a lot more therapeutic if she wasn’t jolted to reality by the
sound of Timlet hollering at her from the deck. She jerked upright, flipped
onto her stomach, and swam towards the rough rope ladder that hung down from
the deck.
water, letting it pool around her temples and in the hollows of her ears. It
would have been a lot more therapeutic if she wasn’t jolted to reality by the
sound of Timlet hollering at her from the deck. She jerked upright, flipped
onto her stomach, and swam towards the rough rope ladder that hung down from
the deck.
She climbed up, hoisted herself over the
edge, and grabbed her worn pants and light-weight tunic from where they lay,
then pulled them on as Timlet waited patiently. He had his usual expression of
half-cocked excitement, but there was an odd pall behind his cheerful
expression. He had seemed alarmed when she killed the merchant captain,
although he himself had dispatched a young sailor only minutes earlier. He was
easily her favourite crewmate, maybe because he was so different from the
others. There was no question of their archetype—like her, life under the sign
of the Corsair had made them reckless, charming and avaricious. Timlet, on the
other hand, seemed like he might be more at home under the sign of the
Merchant, working at a bakery or a grocer. He was a fair-weather fiend, but a
true friend—almost like a younger brother. Aela didn’t think she’d enjoy her
days half as much without the chance to ruffle his ginger hair or coax out his
ragged smile. She meant what she had said to the merchant captain. Her
crewmates were her family, for better or worse.
edge, and grabbed her worn pants and light-weight tunic from where they lay,
then pulled them on as Timlet waited patiently. He had his usual expression of
half-cocked excitement, but there was an odd pall behind his cheerful
expression. He had seemed alarmed when she killed the merchant captain,
although he himself had dispatched a young sailor only minutes earlier. He was
easily her favourite crewmate, maybe because he was so different from the
others. There was no question of their archetype—like her, life under the sign
of the Corsair had made them reckless, charming and avaricious. Timlet, on the
other hand, seemed like he might be more at home under the sign of the
Merchant, working at a bakery or a grocer. He was a fair-weather fiend, but a
true friend—almost like a younger brother. Aela didn’t think she’d enjoy her
days half as much without the chance to ruffle his ginger hair or coax out his
ragged smile. She meant what she had said to the merchant captain. Her
crewmates were her family, for better or worse.
“Captain’s called a moot in the galley,”
Timlet said, sweating slightly as he averted his gaze from the damp linen
hugging her form. Aela considered him for a moment with a wry grin and then
made her way to the meeting.
Timlet said, sweating slightly as he averted his gaze from the damp linen
hugging her form. Aela considered him for a moment with a wry grin and then
made her way to the meeting.
As soon as Aela stepped into the ship’s
galley, she was hit with a hot blast of salt, sweat, and aging pork. The
furnace was lit, the flames roaring behind Dreadmoor as he shouted orders at
the crew.
galley, she was hit with a hot blast of salt, sweat, and aging pork. The
furnace was lit, the flames roaring behind Dreadmoor as he shouted orders at
the crew.
“We’ll make port tomorrow morning at the
city docks. If any one of you shit-brained amateurs draws the attention of the
guard, you’re on your own.” Brine-aged ale sprayed from his tankard as
Dreadmoor slammed it down on the table. Aela smirked. As much as he played the
rough sea dog, she knew that the captain was a family man at heart. After all,
he was the closest thing she had ever known to a father.
city docks. If any one of you shit-brained amateurs draws the attention of the
guard, you’re on your own.” Brine-aged ale sprayed from his tankard as
Dreadmoor slammed it down on the table. Aela smirked. As much as he played the
rough sea dog, she knew that the captain was a family man at heart. After all,
he was the closest thing she had ever known to a father.
She rested her forearms on the cool
surface of the ice box, listening to her crewmates chatter about the prospect of
fresh food. After weeks of nothing but stale bread and salt pork, Aela was
salivating at the prospect of a nice ripe orange or a handful of figs. She
couldn’t wait to slip unnoticed through the dockside souk and grab some fresh
piece of paradise, letting the juice of the fruit run past her teeth as she bit
through its flesh. But those weren’t the only fruits she was looking to pluck.
While every port had its own special delicacy, the city of Marinaken held her
favourite—a crofter’s daughter by the name of Brynne. Aela traced her teeth
with her tongue as she thought about the smell of hay and the warmth of
sunbeams that highlighted scattered freckles, that thread of common themes came
to Aela each night as she slept. She always woke with a fleeting internal
warmth that could never seem to be replicated during her waking hours.
surface of the ice box, listening to her crewmates chatter about the prospect of
fresh food. After weeks of nothing but stale bread and salt pork, Aela was
salivating at the prospect of a nice ripe orange or a handful of figs. She
couldn’t wait to slip unnoticed through the dockside souk and grab some fresh
piece of paradise, letting the juice of the fruit run past her teeth as she bit
through its flesh. But those weren’t the only fruits she was looking to pluck.
While every port had its own special delicacy, the city of Marinaken held her
favourite—a crofter’s daughter by the name of Brynne. Aela traced her teeth
with her tongue as she thought about the smell of hay and the warmth of
sunbeams that highlighted scattered freckles, that thread of common themes came
to Aela each night as she slept. She always woke with a fleeting internal
warmth that could never seem to be replicated during her waking hours.
“Seabitch!”
Aela’s reverie snapped in half as
Dreadmoor roared his name for her and shook his tankard. She wiped flecks of
salty ale from her cheeks and bared her teeth at the old captain.
Dreadmoor roared his name for her and shook his tankard. She wiped flecks of
salty ale from her cheeks and bared her teeth at the old captain.
“Aye, Captain?”
“Something tells me you haven’t heard a
word I said,” he barked.
word I said,” he barked.
“Memorized them, Captain.” Aela grinned,
standing to attention. The captain gave her a dark, humourless glance.
standing to attention. The captain gave her a dark, humourless glance.
“You better watch your shit-eating
mouth. One more insolent word and I’ll declare open season on your hide.” His
lips parted to show crooked, rotten teeth as Dreadmoor brokered a threatening
smile. At his words, lude jeers and slurs erupted from the rest of the crewmen
and women. Timlet shrunk back, appearing genuinely concerned. Aela peered
around and raised her eyebrow at the hardened crew as she shifted into a
defensive stance.
mouth. One more insolent word and I’ll declare open season on your hide.” His
lips parted to show crooked, rotten teeth as Dreadmoor brokered a threatening
smile. At his words, lude jeers and slurs erupted from the rest of the crewmen
and women. Timlet shrunk back, appearing genuinely concerned. Aela peered
around and raised her eyebrow at the hardened crew as she shifted into a
defensive stance.
“Good idea, Captain. We’ve been riding a
bit low with all the new cargo. Could stand to throw a few bodies overboard.”
bit low with all the new cargo. Could stand to throw a few bodies overboard.”
Her hand rested against the smooth
leather of her dagger’s hilt as she anticipated a brawl. Aela was used to the
captain testing her ever since she arrived on the ship as a child. She had
assumed he was trying to prepare her for the realities of corsair life, and if
so, he’d succeeded. She moved into a crouch, ready to cut the first bitch or
bastard to try to prove their mettle against her.
leather of her dagger’s hilt as she anticipated a brawl. Aela was used to the
captain testing her ever since she arrived on the ship as a child. She had
assumed he was trying to prepare her for the realities of corsair life, and if
so, he’d succeeded. She moved into a crouch, ready to cut the first bitch or
bastard to try to prove their mettle against her.
Before anyone could reach her,
Dreadmoor’s tankard hit the slick deck like a shrapnel round, spraying ale and
glass shards into jockeying crewmen.
Dreadmoor’s tankard hit the slick deck like a shrapnel round, spraying ale and
glass shards into jockeying crewmen.
“Get out of my fuckin’ sight, all of
you!” he roared as his crew tried to flee from the blowback, piling out on to
the deck. As they scrambled, Aela backed up and stepped discreetly down the
narrow stairs that led below deck. She slipped into the belly of the ship,
taking a shortcut through the cargo hold, and paused to run her hand over the
looted crates. A surprisingly good haul for a mercantile cog of that size,
especially one so close to the coast. Normally that kind of ship would be
carrying food and supplies up to the river valleys, but the cargo in the hold
was full of Thandepar’s best trade goods. Each crate featured a violet seal
bearing the North Star, some holding high-value dyes, others good-quality seal
pelts.
you!” he roared as his crew tried to flee from the blowback, piling out on to
the deck. As they scrambled, Aela backed up and stepped discreetly down the
narrow stairs that led below deck. She slipped into the belly of the ship,
taking a shortcut through the cargo hold, and paused to run her hand over the
looted crates. A surprisingly good haul for a mercantile cog of that size,
especially one so close to the coast. Normally that kind of ship would be
carrying food and supplies up to the river valleys, but the cargo in the hold
was full of Thandepar’s best trade goods. Each crate featured a violet seal
bearing the North Star, some holding high-value dyes, others good-quality seal
pelts.
Aela poked and peeked, checking out the
haul. Definitely one of their better ones in quite some time. Along with the
crates were a couple of bulging gunny sacks. The first one made a clinking
noise as Aela kicked at it with the tip of her leather boot. She raised her
eyebrows and bent down, her suspicions confirmed as she opened the top to see
that it was absolutely stuffed full of gold coins. Her breath caught in her
throat as she realized she was looking at enough currency to establish a small
estate. She picked up a gold piece, sliding her thumb across the design. One
side bore the familiar North Star. The other side featured a profile of the
Ansari king, his small tight mouth and high cheekbones standing out in stark
relief. Aela stood up, flipping the coin across her knuckles, and tucked it
into the lining of her tunic.
haul. Definitely one of their better ones in quite some time. Along with the
crates were a couple of bulging gunny sacks. The first one made a clinking
noise as Aela kicked at it with the tip of her leather boot. She raised her
eyebrows and bent down, her suspicions confirmed as she opened the top to see
that it was absolutely stuffed full of gold coins. Her breath caught in her
throat as she realized she was looking at enough currency to establish a small
estate. She picked up a gold piece, sliding her thumb across the design. One
side bore the familiar North Star. The other side featured a profile of the
Ansari king, his small tight mouth and high cheekbones standing out in stark
relief. Aela stood up, flipping the coin across her knuckles, and tucked it
into the lining of her tunic.
She left the hold, her head spinning
over their newfound nest egg. Surely Dreadmoor had plans for it, but she had a
few suggestions in mind now that they were apparently filthy fucking rich. But
those could wait for tomorrow, she thought as she climbed up into the crow’s
nest to watch the sun rise.
over their newfound nest egg. Surely Dreadmoor had plans for it, but she had a
few suggestions in mind now that they were apparently filthy fucking rich. But
those could wait for tomorrow, she thought as she climbed up into the crow’s
nest to watch the sun rise.
The clouds split open, bloody hues
sinking down behind the buildings of Marinaken as the ship shuddered into its
natural deepwater harbour. Reedy stretches of land reached out on either side
of the boat as they slid up into the mouth of the estuary. Farmland spread out
on either side, meeting in the middle at the crooked port. Like most towns in
Thandepar, the buildings tipped the past into the present. Ancient stone
foundations were topped by timber refits as the community built itself upon the
bones of unfamiliar ancestors.
sinking down behind the buildings of Marinaken as the ship shuddered into its
natural deepwater harbour. Reedy stretches of land reached out on either side
of the boat as they slid up into the mouth of the estuary. Farmland spread out
on either side, meeting in the middle at the crooked port. Like most towns in
Thandepar, the buildings tipped the past into the present. Ancient stone
foundations were topped by timber refits as the community built itself upon the
bones of unfamiliar ancestors.
As the ship reached its mooring on one
of the many rickety finger docks, Aela slipped down the rigging and landed on
the deck with a thud.
of the many rickety finger docks, Aela slipped down the rigging and landed on
the deck with a thud.
She stalked across the ship, then
vaulted over the side and down onto the salt-stained planks to help secure the
brigantine along with the other crewman before taking a look around. After
being so long at sea, the sounds of the harbour rang in her ears. The main
marketplace for the country’s breadbasket, the dock area was full of every kind
of salesman—fish, produce, baked goods, and those identifiable few selling
something slightly more intimate. Aela smirked to herself. She had learned her
lesson years ago in the southern ports. Young and hungry, she had handed her
gold to the first woman to give her a peek, and ended up with a delicate and
painful rash that made the local medic blush.
vaulted over the side and down onto the salt-stained planks to help secure the
brigantine along with the other crewman before taking a look around. After
being so long at sea, the sounds of the harbour rang in her ears. The main
marketplace for the country’s breadbasket, the dock area was full of every kind
of salesman—fish, produce, baked goods, and those identifiable few selling
something slightly more intimate. Aela smirked to herself. She had learned her
lesson years ago in the southern ports. Young and hungry, she had handed her
gold to the first woman to give her a peek, and ended up with a delicate and
painful rash that made the local medic blush.
In the centre of the square, a crier
stood on a raised platform, barking the horoscopical advice of the day for each
of the archetypes. Not unusually, the Corsair was not included. Aela toyed with
the gold piece from the hold as she approached the end of the dock, trying to
decide which pastry seller seemed the most desperate. One sweet bun to get her
energy up, and then her only plans involved freckles and moans.
stood on a raised platform, barking the horoscopical advice of the day for each
of the archetypes. Not unusually, the Corsair was not included. Aela toyed with
the gold piece from the hold as she approached the end of the dock, trying to
decide which pastry seller seemed the most desperate. One sweet bun to get her
energy up, and then her only plans involved freckles and moans.
As she stepped off the dock, she lurched
forward, thrown off balance as Dreadmoor’s massive arm landed around her
shoulder.
forward, thrown off balance as Dreadmoor’s massive arm landed around her
shoulder.
“Aela, dear. Spare a moment for an old
sea dog?” He bared his ugly grin and offered a hand as she tried to regain her
balance.
sea dog?” He bared his ugly grin and offered a hand as she tried to regain her
balance.
“Can it wait? I have somewhere I need
to—”
to—”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that little
ginger muff. Word on the cobble is that she’s up and moved.” He pulled Aela in
conspiratorially.
ginger muff. Word on the cobble is that she’s up and moved.” He pulled Aela in
conspiratorially.
“How do you know about her?” She knew
that the captain didn’t give a shit what she did once she left the ship. She
was instantly put off by the idea that he would bother to find out. Had he been
watching her? Anticipation began to grow in her chest, prickly and strange. It
was not a feeling that Aela Crane was used to. She tried to take a step away as
he dug his fingers in tighter.
that the captain didn’t give a shit what she did once she left the ship. She
was instantly put off by the idea that he would bother to find out. Had he been
watching her? Anticipation began to grow in her chest, prickly and strange. It
was not a feeling that Aela Crane was used to. She tried to take a step away as
he dug his fingers in tighter.
“Oh come now, pip. I know everything.
What kind of captain would I be if I didn’t have all the information? After
all, information is worth a lot.”
What kind of captain would I be if I didn’t have all the information? After
all, information is worth a lot.”
Aela’s stomach flipped as she stared at
Dreadmoor. His blank expression was a threat. Not aggressive, not
victorious—all business. Behind her, she could hear the townspeople scatter to
clear the square at the sound of marching boots drawing near. The sound of the
barker abruptly ceased as he quit the square, his monetary advice for followers
of the Merchant abandoned midsentence.
Dreadmoor. His blank expression was a threat. Not aggressive, not
victorious—all business. Behind her, she could hear the townspeople scatter to
clear the square at the sound of marching boots drawing near. The sound of the
barker abruptly ceased as he quit the square, his monetary advice for followers
of the Merchant abandoned midsentence.
Aela shuddered as she gazed past
Dreadmoor onto the dock, where the crewman were lined up behind their captain.
Not a single eye met hers—except for poor Timlet. He was peering around,
concerned and confused. The idiot, he had no idea what was about to happen.
Dreadmoor onto the dock, where the crewman were lined up behind their captain.
Not a single eye met hers—except for poor Timlet. He was peering around,
concerned and confused. The idiot, he had no idea what was about to happen.
Aela knew. She knew that the person she
trusted most had just bent her over a fucking barrel. She knew who she would
see when turned around. She had his face tucked inside her tunic, imprinted
onto the gold coin that rested against her skin.
trusted most had just bent her over a fucking barrel. She knew who she would
see when turned around. She had his face tucked inside her tunic, imprinted
onto the gold coin that rested against her skin.
“You sold me out,” she hissed at the
captain, as she turned to face the king of Thandepar.
captain, as she turned to face the king of Thandepar.
He was regal and refined. His skin
wasn’t so different a shade from the coin itself. It was a deep bronze, his
expression far from welcoming. The skillful etching on the metal’s surface had
the same tight mouth and rigid cheekbones that framed a crooked general’s nose
and two eyes like fine marble. His deep purple general’s coat matched the
uniforms of the score of soldiers standing in formation behind him, the North
Star insignia embroidered over their hearts.
wasn’t so different a shade from the coin itself. It was a deep bronze, his
expression far from welcoming. The skillful etching on the metal’s surface had
the same tight mouth and rigid cheekbones that framed a crooked general’s nose
and two eyes like fine marble. His deep purple general’s coat matched the
uniforms of the score of soldiers standing in formation behind him, the North
Star insignia embroidered over their hearts.
The king cleared his throat pointedly in
the midst of the awkward silence that had fallen as Aela looked him up and
down, calculating. His attention lifted past her to rest on Dreadmoor, who
still kept his arm firmly around his furious charge.
the midst of the awkward silence that had fallen as Aela looked him up and
down, calculating. His attention lifted past her to rest on Dreadmoor, who
still kept his arm firmly around his furious charge.
“I trust you received the payment?” His
tone held no mirth. It was merely official, like chalk on slate.
tone held no mirth. It was merely official, like chalk on slate.
“Like fish in a barrel.” Dreadmoor
smirked. Aela shuddered at her own idiocy. Two full bags of Thandepardine gold
on an inland trader? She bit her lip in fury, the taste of blood dancing on her
tongue. Dreadmoor gave her a rough shove forward and she stumbled to her knees.
smirked. Aela shuddered at her own idiocy. Two full bags of Thandepardine gold
on an inland trader? She bit her lip in fury, the taste of blood dancing on her
tongue. Dreadmoor gave her a rough shove forward and she stumbled to her knees.
“Go south.” The king spat his words at
the corsair captain. Clearly dealing with his kind left a poor taste.
the corsair captain. Clearly dealing with his kind left a poor taste.
“Move out, boys!” Dreadmoor shouted,
herding the crew back towards the ship as the king’s soldiers surrounded their
new captive. Aela tried to think quick, but her mind felt sluggish. She tried
to rise, letting out a guttural cry as the nearest two soldiers slammed her to
the ground, prone. The adrenaline fought its way through her veins, blocking
out sight and sound. She hardly heard Timlet’s shouts. She only barely
registered his body flying off the dock, knife bare, in the direction of the
soldiers. What she did feel was the warm spatter as his arterial spray hit the
cobbles of the dockside market.
herding the crew back towards the ship as the king’s soldiers surrounded their
new captive. Aela tried to think quick, but her mind felt sluggish. She tried
to rise, letting out a guttural cry as the nearest two soldiers slammed her to
the ground, prone. The adrenaline fought its way through her veins, blocking
out sight and sound. She hardly heard Timlet’s shouts. She only barely
registered his body flying off the dock, knife bare, in the direction of the
soldiers. What she did feel was the warm spatter as his arterial spray hit the
cobbles of the dockside market.
“Up!” barked the king as the soldiers
lifted her roughly to her feet. Now upright, she could see that he held the
young sailor by the collar of his tunic as blood flowed loosely out of the gash
in his neck. Red bubbles slipped out between his lips like glass orbs. Aela’s
heart pounded viciously against her ribs as the taut string inside her snapped.
She roared, furious and wild. Heat radiated across her face as her eyes
ignited, burning as her veins caught fire. She lashed out with every limb,
every ounce of strength remaining. The guard scattered and re-grouped, coming
at her in fours and fives, overcoming her once again. They had order, control,
and military training. She had only desperation and rage. She lunged her head
and chest forward as two soldiers pulled her arms behind her, the metal irons
ringing as they were clasped around her wrists.
lifted her roughly to her feet. Now upright, she could see that he held the
young sailor by the collar of his tunic as blood flowed loosely out of the gash
in his neck. Red bubbles slipped out between his lips like glass orbs. Aela’s
heart pounded viciously against her ribs as the taut string inside her snapped.
She roared, furious and wild. Heat radiated across her face as her eyes
ignited, burning as her veins caught fire. She lashed out with every limb,
every ounce of strength remaining. The guard scattered and re-grouped, coming
at her in fours and fives, overcoming her once again. They had order, control,
and military training. She had only desperation and rage. She lunged her head
and chest forward as two soldiers pulled her arms behind her, the metal irons
ringing as they were clasped around her wrists.
“The longer you struggle, the less
chance he has of surviving.” The king spoke evenly, devoid of emotion. Aela’s
gaze snapped back to Timlet. He gasped raggedly. For a bare moment, his eyes
met hers, projecting desperation. Breathing deeply, she tried to centre
herself.
chance he has of surviving.” The king spoke evenly, devoid of emotion. Aela’s
gaze snapped back to Timlet. He gasped raggedly. For a bare moment, his eyes
met hers, projecting desperation. Breathing deeply, she tried to centre
herself.
“What…do you…want from me?” She stumbled
on her words as she tried to calm the bloodlust that controlled her. The
soldiers’ grip held tight even as she swayed on her feet.
on her words as she tried to calm the bloodlust that controlled her. The
soldiers’ grip held tight even as she swayed on her feet.
“I need your help with a task. And if
you care about this misshapen pup as much as you seem to, you’ll agree to
assist me.” He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable. This king seemed
to have a knack for mystery. It suddenly occurred to Aela that she didn’t even
know his name. Call it a perk of living the corsair life, but there was no need
to pay attention to local politics. Aela turned from the inscrutable king to
Timlet. Her instinct was to resist, to be self-serving and stubborn. But in the
end, he was the only person from her so-called family that cared about her
fate. The rest of the crew was already scrambling onto the ship, preparing to
make sail.
you care about this misshapen pup as much as you seem to, you’ll agree to
assist me.” He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable. This king seemed
to have a knack for mystery. It suddenly occurred to Aela that she didn’t even
know his name. Call it a perk of living the corsair life, but there was no need
to pay attention to local politics. Aela turned from the inscrutable king to
Timlet. Her instinct was to resist, to be self-serving and stubborn. But in the
end, he was the only person from her so-called family that cared about her
fate. The rest of the crew was already scrambling onto the ship, preparing to
make sail.
“If I help you, you’ll get him to a
medicinary?” she asked, hesitant to trust the strange monarch.
medicinary?” she asked, hesitant to trust the strange monarch.
The king nodded.
Aela bit back the urge to keep fighting,
her temperature dropping as she continued to breathe. “Then I agree.”
her temperature dropping as she continued to breathe. “Then I agree.”
As two soldiers left the pack to carry
her bleeding friend in the direction of the city’s healers, she cursed his
idiocy under her breath. She always knew that he didn’t belong among the
bruisers in their crew. There’s no place for a hero on a corsair ship.
her bleeding friend in the direction of the city’s healers, she cursed his
idiocy under her breath. She always knew that he didn’t belong among the
bruisers in their crew. There’s no place for a hero on a corsair ship.
With white-gloved hands digging into her
arms on either side, Aela let herself be half marched, half dragged across the
square to the nearby teahouse. A tiny bell hanging from the lintel chimed
softly as they entered the fairly well-appointed establishment, startling a
plump shop woman who dozed at the counter. The stone floors were covered with
soft hand-woven rugs, giving an air of cozy sophistication. This was not the
worst scrape that Aela had gotten into, as a career corsair. The prim
atmosphere of the teashop was alarmingly calm, a juxtaposition given the events
that led her there. It was not the kind of place that made Aela feel
comfortable; she preferred the hay-and-piss stench of shithouse taverns.
arms on either side, Aela let herself be half marched, half dragged across the
square to the nearby teahouse. A tiny bell hanging from the lintel chimed
softly as they entered the fairly well-appointed establishment, startling a
plump shop woman who dozed at the counter. The stone floors were covered with
soft hand-woven rugs, giving an air of cozy sophistication. This was not the
worst scrape that Aela had gotten into, as a career corsair. The prim
atmosphere of the teashop was alarmingly calm, a juxtaposition given the events
that led her there. It was not the kind of place that made Aela feel
comfortable; she preferred the hay-and-piss stench of shithouse taverns.
The good shop woman mopped her gray
bangs out of her eyes and then jumped up to bring her sovereign of a fresh pot
of tea and two cups, at his signal. The high, strained whistle of a kettle
sounded from the kitchen. She must have been in the process of making herself a
morning cup, only to have it co-opted by the man to whom she already gave a
quarter income in fealty. Thandepar was not a nation made rich by coincidence.
bangs out of her eyes and then jumped up to bring her sovereign of a fresh pot
of tea and two cups, at his signal. The high, strained whistle of a kettle
sounded from the kitchen. She must have been in the process of making herself a
morning cup, only to have it co-opted by the man to whom she already gave a
quarter income in fealty. Thandepar was not a nation made rich by coincidence.
Jerked roughly into a chair at an
intricately carved wooden table, Aela resolved to keep quiet until she figured
out exactly what the king wanted from her. As he sat down opposite, he smoothed
the rich fabric of his uniform and stared back at her, impassive. She studied
his face, trying to pick out any thread of humanity that she could exploit.
Like any good brigand, Aela knew that finding the human side of your enemy
could mean finding their weak spot.
intricately carved wooden table, Aela resolved to keep quiet until she figured
out exactly what the king wanted from her. As he sat down opposite, he smoothed
the rich fabric of his uniform and stared back at her, impassive. She studied
his face, trying to pick out any thread of humanity that she could exploit.
Like any good brigand, Aela knew that finding the human side of your enemy
could mean finding their weak spot.
His fingers were slick, long creatures.
He held the teapot in one hand, pouring it into two cups held with the other.
She wondered about his family. She wondered who he asked for strength at night,
when he scanned the stars. He had a military look, so perhaps it was the
Guardian, but there was something about his demeanour that didn’t seem to fit.
Aela had learned to pick out the constellation of the Corsair from a young age,
though she had never stepped foot in one of his few blood-soaked temples.
Dreadmoor taught her well in that regard. Aela flinched as she tried to squeeze
that late fond feeling out of existence. Across the table, the king failed to
hide a smirk. He had found her humanity first. She had lost their unspoken
contest. He slid a cup of tea in front of her and signaled to her left guard.
She heard the iron scrape as he unshackled her wrists. Aela resisted the urge
to rub them as she stared hard across the table and repeated her question from
the market square.
He held the teapot in one hand, pouring it into two cups held with the other.
She wondered about his family. She wondered who he asked for strength at night,
when he scanned the stars. He had a military look, so perhaps it was the
Guardian, but there was something about his demeanour that didn’t seem to fit.
Aela had learned to pick out the constellation of the Corsair from a young age,
though she had never stepped foot in one of his few blood-soaked temples.
Dreadmoor taught her well in that regard. Aela flinched as she tried to squeeze
that late fond feeling out of existence. Across the table, the king failed to
hide a smirk. He had found her humanity first. She had lost their unspoken
contest. He slid a cup of tea in front of her and signaled to her left guard.
She heard the iron scrape as he unshackled her wrists. Aela resisted the urge
to rub them as she stared hard across the table and repeated her question from
the market square.
“What do you want from me?”
The king flicked his gaze up from his
tea to meet hers as he took a sip. The steam from Aela’s own cup rose in front
of her like a soft breath across her lips and nose. She took the cup in her
hands, letting the warmth spring through her aching muscles. The king opened
his mouth to speak, pausing slightly before his delivery.
tea to meet hers as he took a sip. The steam from Aela’s own cup rose in front
of her like a soft breath across her lips and nose. She took the cup in her
hands, letting the warmth spring through her aching muscles. The king opened
his mouth to speak, pausing slightly before his delivery.
“I knew your father,” he said.
Aela surprised herself by laughing
sharply. Maybe she had overestimated this character if he thought that was
going to help his cause.
sharply. Maybe she had overestimated this character if he thought that was
going to help his cause.
“Congratulations. I didn’t.” Strangely,
she thought she caught sight of a well-repressed smirk on the king’s lips as
she took a sip of tea.
she thought she caught sight of a well-repressed smirk on the king’s lips as
she took a sip of tea.
“Aela Crane, I have a proposition for
you.” He poured himself a second cup as he waited for her to respond.
you.” He poured himself a second cup as he waited for her to respond.
She didn’t.
“Perhaps you’ve heard of a little
problem we’ve been having in the mountains surrounding the capital.”
problem we’ve been having in the mountains surrounding the capital.”
Aela shook her head. “I’m afraid I
haven’t been paying that much attention to the local gossip of your country.”
Aela shrugged.
haven’t been paying that much attention to the local gossip of your country.”
Aela shrugged.
The king plowed on with his pitch. “The
short version is that we’re having something of a pest problem. A certain type
of beast that your family is particularly…proficient in hunting.” She didn’t
like the way his gaze bored into her as he spoke.
short version is that we’re having something of a pest problem. A certain type
of beast that your family is particularly…proficient in hunting.” She didn’t
like the way his gaze bored into her as he spoke.
Aela raised her eyebrows, skeptically.
“Well, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but it can’t be much, because
I’m not a hunter, and my parents didn’t teach me a damn thing.”
“Well, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but it can’t be much, because
I’m not a hunter, and my parents didn’t teach me a damn thing.”
“Trust me, you may not know it, but
you’re a natural-born hunter. And you’ll have four of my finest men to
accompany you.” He gestured to his uniformed guards, standing in formation
outside the empty tea shop.
you’re a natural-born hunter. And you’ll have four of my finest men to
accompany you.” He gestured to his uniformed guards, standing in formation
outside the empty tea shop.
“You mean guard me?” Aela glanced at the
guards on either side of her chair.
guards on either side of her chair.
“Not at all.” He paused to sip the tea.
“You’d be leading the expedition.”
“You’d be leading the expedition.”
Aela stared at him, scrutinizing his
every movement as he spoke, searching for a tell. She was waiting for the other
boot to drop. So far nothing about this interaction added up.
every movement as he spoke, searching for a tell. She was waiting for the other
boot to drop. So far nothing about this interaction added up.
“I’m sorry. Let me get this straight.
You paid off my captain and crew to deliver me to your feet so that you could
ask me for a favour?” Aela sat back, crossing her arms.
You paid off my captain and crew to deliver me to your feet so that you could
ask me for a favour?” Aela sat back, crossing her arms.
“Let’s just say you’re a difficult woman
to get ahold of, and I was happy to do whatever it took to make that happen.”
His cold expression wasn’t giving away any secrets as he spoke, so Aela decided
it was time to push her luck a little. She kicked her feet up on the table and
swigged the remainder of her tea.
to get ahold of, and I was happy to do whatever it took to make that happen.”
His cold expression wasn’t giving away any secrets as he spoke, so Aela decided
it was time to push her luck a little. She kicked her feet up on the table and
swigged the remainder of her tea.
“And what’s in it for me?” she asked,
dropping some swagger. The king shook his head almost imperceptibly, his mouth
tightening.
dropping some swagger. The king shook his head almost imperceptibly, his mouth
tightening.
“A room in my household and a position
as the Master of Hunt.” His lips twitched upwards at the corner as if he might
attempt a smile. “The position your father once occupied.”
as the Master of Hunt.” His lips twitched upwards at the corner as if he might
attempt a smile. “The position your father once occupied.”
Aela pursed her lips, confused. This
strange hard man was offering her something she had been purposely avoiding her
entire life: security, patronage, and a link to her roots. Aela smiled, knowing
her decision was an easy one.
strange hard man was offering her something she had been purposely avoiding her
entire life: security, patronage, and a link to her roots. Aela smiled, knowing
her decision was an easy one.
“Sorry, man. That’s not really my
thing.” She pushed her chair back and stood up. “But thanks for the tea and
bloodshed.” The king signaled the guards to let her leave.
thing.” She pushed her chair back and stood up. “But thanks for the tea and
bloodshed.” The king signaled the guards to let her leave.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to go on
your way. We’ll always be able to find you if we need you.” He broke into a
truly terrifying facsimile of a grin.
your way. We’ll always be able to find you if we need you.” He broke into a
truly terrifying facsimile of a grin.
Aela smiled. If that was the threat she
was waiting on, it was one that she could live with. She shrugged and walked
away from the table. Already, she formed plans in her head: a new crew, a new
boat, and the waves beneath her once again.
was waiting on, it was one that she could live with. She shrugged and walked
away from the table. Already, she formed plans in her head: a new crew, a new
boat, and the waves beneath her once again.
As she hit the door handle of the tea
shop, the king called out: “But I’d worry about that young friend of yours if I
were you. Modern medicine can only do so much.”
shop, the king called out: “But I’d worry about that young friend of yours if I
were you. Modern medicine can only do so much.”
Aela froze, her stomach dropping.
Timlet. The king had managed to zero in on the one thing that made her human.
Her blood flowed hot as she thought about the only person in the world she
cared for, and realized that she should have let him die rather than be held
over her head as a bargaining chip. She turned back to the king. He didn’t even
have the decency to smirk victoriously. He was as blank as ever. It was the
Bureaucrat, Aela realized. That was the patron that he looked to in the sky in
times of need, if he even had any.
Timlet. The king had managed to zero in on the one thing that made her human.
Her blood flowed hot as she thought about the only person in the world she
cared for, and realized that she should have let him die rather than be held
over her head as a bargaining chip. She turned back to the king. He didn’t even
have the decency to smirk victoriously. He was as blank as ever. It was the
Bureaucrat, Aela realized. That was the patron that he looked to in the sky in
times of need, if he even had any.
“When do we leave?” Aela said through
gritted teeth.
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A.E. Ross lives in Vancouver, B.C. with one very grumpy raincloud of a cat. When not writing fiction, they can be found producing and story-editing children’s cartoons, as well as producing & hosting podcasts like The XX Files Podcast. Their other works have appeared on Cartoon Network, Disney Channel and Netflix (and have been widely panned by 12-year-olds on 4Chan) but the projects they are most passionate about feature LGBTQIA+ characters across a variety genres.
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