Chapter 1
Outlands 1342
The Outlands was a favored stopping place
for the soldiers of Blackwolf Keep. It was a
village filled with wanton women who had
decided to live away from the rest of the world. The
soldiers were always eager to slake their
lust within its walls. The wars that waged across the
countryside had almost diminished, making
their visits to their favorite stopping point few and
far between but always treasured. When they
arrived within the wooden gates, the women of the
village rushed toward their horses with
their buxom chests and swaying hips. Everyone knew
that the night would be filled with sounds
of passion.
Lord Aesov walked into the middle of town
like he owned the place. After days of conquest
he was more than ready to find a warm body
to relieve the tension from his aching body. The
Outlands was certainly the place for that.
He had taken his pleasure with most of the women in
the village and today would certainly be no
different. The women were lounging all around him,
but none of his usual conquests would
quench his thirst today. That was until he spotted Bridget
from across the camp. Something about her
distracted him from the swarm of beauties before
him. Perhaps it was the fiery hair that
fought to escape from its ties, the way her chin jutted out
in defiance as he perused her body, or
maybe even the way she tried to ward off the blush that
crept up her face. He had never seen her in
the Outlands before. He would certainly have
remembered her. When he dismounted, he
walked over to where the quiet woman stood. When
he reached out to take her hand, she pulled
it away. He bowed low to her and let his eyes meet
hers slowly. “I’m Lord Aesov, leader of
Blackwolf Keep. I am humbled by your beauty, my
lady.”
“Humbled my arse,” she chided him.
“I’ve never seen you before. Are you new to
Outlands?”
“What you mean to say is you’ve never
ridden me before. I’m not a doxy and I do not tussle
for the mere sport of it, my lord.” She
lowered her blue eyes away from his and turned away
from him.
“Aye. I can see that.”
From that moment on, Aesov made it a goal
to stop in the Outlands as often as he could and
a slow courtship began. He had never been
turned down before and his ego made him feel like a
stuffed porcupine; his prickles were always
up whenever she was around. It took time and
perseverance on his part, not to mention
spending time away from his husbandly duties at
Blackwolf Keep. His wife, Lilyana, had
known better than to keep him on a tight leash. While it
would have been objectionable to most
women, the riches she enjoyed made turning her back on
his dalliances easier to do.
When Bridget finally caved in to his
demands, Aesov could not get enough of her. He had
stayed with her for weeks at a time hoping
that soon his desire for her would be quenched. He
knew she was becoming attached to him, so
he planned on breaking it off as soon as he had his
fill of her.
Aesov ran his warm hands all over the
beautiful body before him, his desire for her so
unworldly he thought he would explode. She
had been rather difficult to seduce away from her
naive notions that love was the only thing
that separated them from the wild animals of the
forest. It had been hard to trick her, to
make her believe that her feelings were returned, but
Aesov had been persistent.
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