This will be a long story with character and plot buildup leading to the sexual scenes. Thanks to Chitranna for the editing. Hope you enjoy the story.
It was drizzling out there with the moon shining through the clouds at times. The town was as usual, quiet, smoke coming through chimneys as the folks kept themselves warm. The tavern was open, drunkards here and there, waitress in a hurry serving them.
The door opened luring every pair of eyes there to the door. A six feet lofty lass entered, garbed in damp linen smock and muddy hoes with an underbust corset laced up around her waist. A long sword on her back set forth she isn't some naive traveller. She took off the hood and everybody's eyes widened.
Milkish white she was, her skin shined as ivory from the lantern's flame. Sapphire blue eyes bore through the weak hearts observing. Long pointing, as an elven sword shaped the nose, continued to the pale pinkish rose petals forming the lips. The auburn brown mane ran along, to meet the collars, on the way harassing her sculptured neck. She was well -- knit, yet curvy with voluptuous bust and enticing butt. The rain drops slid over her glossy skin to drench the linen. It was bitterly cold, her nipples poking out of the wet smock. She looks as though she can handle a bunch of blokes without breaking a sweat.
"Oh Dear Lord, it's Kyra!" the waitress astonished.
It's been like a decade before they saw her last. She sat in a vacant table, cracking a smile at her.
"How may I help you mistress," waitress asked with a glistening eye, among the whispering crowd staring at her.
"Some sultry meat and ale would please,"
she replied.
After the satisfying meal, she took a lounge there to rest. It was nice to be in a cosy environment, away from the freezing wind and pouring rain. She unhooked her belt holding the blade and her small leather bag, one around her waist and placed them on the table, beside the melting candle. She stripped utterly and fell on the bed as a baby into the mother's hands. Her eyes faded to darkness as she enjoyed the comforting warmth.
'Thud-Thud'
A loud knock on the door woke her. She opened her eyes to the blinding sunrays from the window. It was late -- morning. She can hear people chattering outside.
'Thud-Thud'
, the door sounded again.
She was able to get something from the side to cover her naked skin. She got up from the bed covering her eyes and moved towards the door as her sight improved. She managed to cover her breast with the blanket she held and opened the door to see a man standing.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
Clearing his throat, "I'm an envoy, sent by the honourable King," he answered.
"My order is to hand this to you mistress, and should be notified as important," he handed over a sealed parchment.
Kyra dropped the blanket and opened the parchment.
"I, I leave it to you... from here," he stumbled back and left the room.
There was the symbol of Armenia, roaring lion on top and below it was a symbol of an axe and a key drawn in the form of a cross.
"Elfric in danger!"
she uttered to herself.
As the sun glides down the hill, she packed her things on Reges, her brave stallion, and started her journey to Armenia.
"Finally," Kyra sighed as she got to the gates, after a four days long restless travel.
The gateway looked same as the old times, high and broad, made of hard steel with majestic decorations from the very bottom to the top.
"On what affair are you here?" the guard in the Front gate inquired.
"To meet the King of course," she handed the parchment to him.
"Follow me," the guard cued to open the gate for her.
He escorted her through the bailey to the keep. The doors were open, inviting her in. A tall slender man garbed in royal tunic greeted her, as she entered the door.
"I assume, you must be tired of the long travel. Have some rest in our visitor quarters and I shall take you to the majesty myself after you refresh," he stated.
"Thanks, but I'm not seemed to be so tired, do I?" she smiled at him
.
"Shining as morning sun, you are. So, shall I take you to the majesty at once?"
"By all means," she answered as they walked further into the hall.
"Welcome!" a familiar voice sounded. She looked up to see King Elfric walking down the stairs.
"This castle is most delighted to have you, after so long years of absence,"
She bowed as respect and He greeted her back.
"Today, it would have been wines flowing and people dancing in joy. But it isn't in a condition to rejoice your arrival," he frowned.
"What's the matter, Elfric?"
she caught his eyes.
"My old chum, I wanted to discuss something with you... walk with me." They headed upstairs, to the cabinet.
"Tell me, Elfric," Kyra insisted
walking behind him into the room.
"It's about my daughter," his voice muffled.
"What happened?"
"Evelyn is missing," his expressions became dull, water bagging up his eyes.
"What! How can she be missing? She is the princess of this damn castle isn't she!"
"I need you to find her. You're the one I could trust upon. I know she is in danger and I can't leave her long like that.
You have to find here soon, before something goes wrong; Will you help me, Kyra?" tears rolled form his eyes.
She held him, comforting him in her arms. "I will find her. Don't you worry. I promise," her whisper gave him something to cling on. His eyes turned to hers' with hope.
"Tell me from the start Elfric," both sat on the bed.
"She embraced her own company most times. She engaged herself with alchemy at all times and used to visit the forest, not far from the castle to find the ingredients for her study.
Nine days ago, as always, she went to the forest accompanied by two of my guards. But this time she took more time to return, so I sent few men for her.
They brought only the corpses of the guards and the horrifying news of my her missing. No witness nor a clue about what happened to her," buried his face in his palms.
"Can I inquiry your men those who went after her on that day?" Kyra asked.
"Yes, of course, you have all the authority to do whatever you want to find Evelyn. Igor will assist you with any needs," referring the man who greeted her.
"Thank you, Elfric. I will get into this at once." Kyra hugged him and walked out, as he turned and stared at Evelyn's portrait.
"Was the place muddled of any means, after the incident?" Kyra asked Igor on the way out of the main hall.
"No, we left it as it was and guards secured the area," he answered.
"Then let's get there as to start."
Kyra and Igor arrived at the spot where Evelyn was lost. She prowled around gathering every information she could get from there.
Both horses were killed, each with spears thrown from the side of the road. The carriage was pushed down, and the door was smashed open possibly using axe. Guards were killed with pristine shot of arrows to their head as informed by Igor, and the site of bloodstains on the ground showed they had no time to react when their mount got killed. The area was dark with dense tall trees foiling the sunlight to fall in. Bushes and thick grass hid the sideways.
'Perfect spot for a trap!'
she thought.
The horses were killed by spears thrown out of the bushes and the guards taken care by the archers on the branches of the trees, at the same time. Along with the pull of falling dead horses, a force from the side pushed the carriage down. Door smashed with the help of the axe and Evelyn was dragged out of the carriage and carried away.
'They were well planned, well prepared and well-armed. Someone should have known they were coming this way in that specific time, so they can be prepared for the attack.'
Kyra turned to Igor, "Did anyone other than the folks in the castle knew Evelyn would come here on that day?"
"No, it can't be. She doesn't come here in routine. It's always erratic," he answered.
"Igor, then some Bastard, from the very fucking castle, tipped the snatchers about here visit."
'On devil's mind! How did I miss that,'
Igor surprised.
She further searched the trees, bushes and grasses for any more clues that can lead her to the abductors. Several feet ahead of the spot, she found a small basket with some dried leaves and rotted fruits. Left by the side of a tree and the footprints appeared to be of a young child. The footprints were faded and they lead nowhere.
"Much people avoid this forest as it is bitter dark and unsafe, so there must be few who come around here. We can enquire about it in the nearby village... maybe they can give us a lead," Igor stated; Kyra nodded in agreement.
They went to the village nearby and queried about the basket and the child. After a while, they were then led to a small hut with a mother, three young girls and a small boy living in it.
"I lost my husband a year ago, and I have been the one taking care of them. Now you are here, dragging us into nabbing of a noble one; How cruelly haunted heart you must have to draw my baby into this shit!" she screamed irritated as they questioned about her son.
"Fucking calm down lady, we didn't blame anyone. Godammit! we just need some answers!" Kyra shouted back.
"Just Go AWAY!" the mother forced to shut the door.
"Don't you, Dare shut the door on my face," Kyra held the door stopping halfway to shut.
"Please, both of you. Stop!" Igor came in between them.
"I will handle this," Igor requested Kyra to move aside. "Don't be frightened. Just lay your ears to what I have to say."
