The first night she tried to escape, she made it three miles down the frozen pass before she was surrounded by wolves. Not his warriors—actual wolves, with yellow eyes and bared teeth. Kaelen appeared on his massive stallion, torch in hand.
He laughed—a raw, surprised sound. Then he winced, clutching his side. “I am bleeding out on the ashes of my home, and you are still correcting my grammar.” hime kishi wa banzoku no yome
She cut down three berserkers before she found Kaelen, his back against a burning wagon, fighting off Gurik and four of his men. He was wounded, bleeding from a gash in his side. He saw her and roared, “Get back, lioness! This is not your fight!” The first night she tried to escape, she
The Barbarian King, Kaelen, was a mountain of a man. His skin was tanned leather by sun and wind, his hair a wild mane of black, and his eyes the color of a winter storm. He wore no armor, only furs and scarred leather, and he carried a greatsword that looked like it could split a horse in two. He stood over her now, not gloating, just… observing. He laughed—a raw, surprised sound