Raven's Watch [m] α

power play, i can edit if not okay!

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"go," said the drengr, but it would be his misfortune and her own that skorpa understood the terms. his proximity to the rainwater pretty made worthwhile his boldness.

a hard arm shot out in fierce speed, grabbing for regnvand, the brawn of his strength pulling her back against the raging beat of his chest. did she feel the gallop of drumming in his pulse, in the wrist which banded across her breastbone as if it were a leather cord.

"bring mig geden," he ordered, though his bloodied grin burned close to the woman now. her captor and husband had given himself away with that look, of wondering and soft want. he would rather release her than see skorpa have her and that was a weakness to be seized and shaken to pieces as a dog with a rat.

what else would the stranger give to see her freed?

his arm tightened. his challenging look leveled toward the warrior, who would do as he said if he truly cared. they were warring men of the north; skorpa's willingness to snap her neck should not be ignored. he had done more for less.

and today he would kill a woman over a goat simply because he had been slighted. "hvis guderne vil have, at du skal have hende, må hun være i live, ikke?" skorpa mocked.

if the warrior could not barter her way to safety, then regnvand belonged to the white heart as a war bride. this was also their way, no matter how the brute postured in bristling rage.

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