《The Bear - First chronicle of the Children of the Bear》16. The Promise
Advertisement
When Bryn returned to the bedroom, Dyla was waiting. She wore a light nightdress that Nelly had altered the back off. It now cut low, leaving her still-reddened tattoo uncovered. Dyla twisted so Bryn could see the work. She twitched a bit when his callous fingers brushed the tender skin.
"It suits you," he murmured and she smiled. She liked the tattoo, it was beautifully intricate and everything about it spoke of Bryn. She felt as if part of him would always be there now, there on her skin, as close as they had ever been.
As Bryn undressed, she frowned a bit. Another thought had crossed her mind as she'd sat still, Nelly gently treating her sore back. When the men had returned to guard the door, they caught a glimpse of Dyla's tattoo. When they saw the mark, they had grown pale, their eyes quickly shifting to the floor respectfully. It proved her as Bryn's and she suspected one reason she had the tattoo was to protect her from his new army.
And she would only need that protection if they were apart.
As they lied down together in the dark, her back joyfully exposed to the cool night air, Dyla finally whispered, "Will you stay, my lord?" She bit her lip, unsure whether the question would anger him.
He touched her face, his fingers sliding down her neck and collarbone. "No, woman. I will leave before the day is out tomorrow."
She took his hand and squeezed it. Asking the question without words. He sighed.
"I came for my son, not for you."
She couldn't contain her shocked gasp. Slowly, she released his hand, but he took hers. "You are not ready to come with me. Stay here so I will return."
Dyla left her hand in his but did not respond, her heart aching. He made a frustrated grumble. "Woman." His tone warning.
Advertisement
Quietly she whispered, "I will wait. I will always wait for you, my lord. But how long will you torture me?"
His strong arms encircled her, pulling her close, carefully avoiding her back. She could feel his breath in the dark as he answered, "Not long. I will be back each winter until you are ready."
She sighed with relief and guided his face to hers in the blackness. Winter, she could wait for winter.
True to his word, Bryn prepared to leave the next evening. As the family saw him off, Dyla discovered that while she had been with the tattoo artist, Bryn had been giving her children lessons. Both now had small knives on their belts and Fenrin eagerly showed his mother the forms his father had taught him. She smiled and kept him close, despite his objections.
"Fenrin," Bryn said in his rumbling voice.
The boy squirmed free of his mother and bounded over to Bryn eagerly, hoping for more gifts. "Yes, father?"
"Go get your coat and boots."
Fenrin ran off, excited to be going outside again after the long winter. Lyra turned to slip out too, but Bryn's grey eyes pinned her down. "Not you, Lyra. Stay with your mother."
The girl's lips pressed together and she looked like she was about to go anyway but spotted Dyla gesturing her over. She marched over to her mother who took her hand. Lyra glanced up, feeling her mother's well hidden trembling.
"What's wrong, momma?" she asked, but Dyla just shook her head. They waited hand in hand as Bryn and Fenrin prepared to leave.
When Fenrin returned, he found his father similarly dressed, his huge fur cape slung over his shoulder along with a large pack. He was also joined by three men who had arrived this morning. One with the dark skin of a Duskar. Fenrin slowed, suspicious, but Bryn stepped forward and grabbed his arm, slipping it into the straps of a small pack.
Advertisement
"Where are we going?" Fenrin asked.
"First to the ocean and then into the wilds."
Fenrin glanced over to his mother and sister. Seeing Lyra in her dress, her feet bare on the stone, warmed by the fire, something stirred in his memory. He pulled away from his father. "I don't want to go!"
Bryn just forced his other arm in. Dyla flinched but said calmly, "Go on Fenrin. It will be an adventure for you. You'll be back next winter, so be a good boy and listen to your father."
Fenrin's eyes teared up and he pulled away again. "No! I don't want to go!"
For a moment, Dyla feared Bryn would strike him but he just picked him up easily and tucked him under his arm. He nodded to Dyla and the group turned and left, Fenrin screaming and crying under Bryn's arm. Lyra tried to move forward, but her mother kept a firm grip on her hand until the group was out of sight.
"Jylee," Dyla called for the twin's nursemaid who appeared from the hall, "make sure Lyra goes to bed and stays there."
Jylee nodded and sternly took Lyra's hand. The girl's green eyes flashed, but when she saw her mother's pale face, she obeyed.
Dyla stayed by the hearth until the fire died down, then, with a shiver, she wrapped her arms around herself and went to bed.
Advertisement
Remorse
I have killed many people over my long life. Men, women, children. None have escaped the shadows that I control. It was only one tiny mistake that I made that changed my life forever. I underestimated her, and I would pay for my hubris. “For every death you have given, you will feel their pain.” What? “For every person you have killed, you will feel regret.” Wait, wait… “For every murder you have commited, you will know what you have done.” I don’t think this is going to be pretty. The power leaves her voice as she continues in a softer tone. “I will give you back what you have lost, you will feel empathy again.” Her power releases me and I fall to the ground. Diana. That was her name. I will remember it. ******** This story starts out somewhat dark, but it will lighten up after the first chapter. I tend to not enjoy the psychological tag too much since stories with the tag tend to be a little insane for my liking, but I feel that I would be remiss not putting it on this story, since a lot of it is about the psychology of the main character. All the content warnings are checked since I want to leave my options open to me for the future. I hope you enjoy.
8 144Midnight
A bet. A call. And maybe something more."Wow. Someone's excited.""Of course I am, you picked up!""Yeah, like isn't that what you're supposed to do when the phone rings?""At midnight? On new year's?""Yes, some people have better things to do than shoving their tongues down a random strangers throat.""Like what? Attending a random stranger's call?"•-•-•-•-•-•-•Started 20/05/2022
8 107Cinder Roots (Undergoing a Rewrite)
This novel is currently undergoing a major rewrite, as I noticed several plot points that needed to be revamped. I'll leave the chapters I've posted here to anyone curious to see how everything started, but I'll be posting the rewritten story as a new novel in the future. The characters will be the same, but the journey will be more understandable and hopefully, a lot more fun to read. -------- First, everything was fire, it killed, it consumed, and it gave him life. He was just a tree, born in the biggest forest that remained in the world, full of dryads, naiads, elves and treants, but he was alone. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t talk. Curiosity plagued him. He dreamed of wandering the land, but could only wonder what stood outside the reach of his roots. The tree was tired of waiting. He decided to not just dream, but to act. How could he survive against a invading empire, a grand conspiracy that threatened to shake the foundations of the world, and the raw danger that lies within these woods? With pure determination. Warning - There are quite a few POV changes in the first chapters, but that'll change after the introduction is done, as I'll be focusing on the MC perspective only.
8 101Unstable dungeon
Who would expect to actually have their soul teleported when they pick up a prety rock that just fell from someone's pocket? Aki did. He just didnt expect to be right about that. Well, whats done is done and its not like he will be stuck there for ethernity, he wont allow that. Hello, I decided to throw another Aki at another isekai. This time as a dungeon and a little more involved in things for other people.
8 87Alliance by Marriage
King Harpax's decision to marry the son of his defeated enemy was only meant to punish and humiliate a disobedient neighboring kingdom.Yet as he and the reluctant new addition to his harem begin to know each other better, things start changing between them.But being a cruel king comes with its downsides. When Harpax finds his rule and his very life in danger, whom can he trust?Surely not the beautiful young man whose future he's seemingly destroyed?*** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language. Not suitable for young children. Some chapters include violent and sexual content and may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion.#1 in SLASH on 2020-05-26#2 in LGBTQ on 2020-06-24#5 in GAY on 2021-05-21#6 in LGBTQ on 2022-11-13
8 83Vocabulary / Word Lists for writers
A list of words that would help you to polish your writing.***DISCLAIMER: All word lists and vocab came from different websites. Therefore, they are not mine.
8 288