Chapter 12: Chapter 9 Rook Takes King

“Rook, what are you doing here? You could have been caught sneaking in by the watch…” Lyzander began to speak while hastily attempting to cover himself. His words were interrupted by Rook silently reaching up to take hold of his face. She drags his head forward and locks her soft lips to his.

Lyzander was so close he could smell the faint aroma of jasmine coming from her supple skin. He pulled back, looking at her vulnerable wide eyes in confusion. He became aware she had synched the waist of her loose tunic to highlight the curves of her body.

“I don’t want you to leave…. I know you have to. I wish I could go with you but the Rat Pack needs me even if you would have me. Lyzander, don’t ever listen to what everyone else says about you. You don’t need magic to be incredible, you already are. To everyone else, we’re invisible but you always saw us,” Rook said, placing a finger over Lyzander’s lips to prevent him from speaking. 

Tears of sadness formed in her eyes as she spun away from him in the dark and cluttered room. Sobs shook her small frame as Lyzander took her into his masculine embrace. He turned her to face him, his nakedness forgotten as he earnestly stared into her eyes.

Rook’s cheeks flushed at their closeness. Lyzander looked otherworldly framed by the rising light seeping through the doorframe behind him. His uncommonly attractive features drew the ire of his peers and their ridicule had only improved his charm. He now had the haunted empathetic eyes of a man that understood and resonated with the pain of others. 

The subtle movements of his athletic body conveyed an intrinsic self-confidence brought on by his innate ability to process everything in the world around him. Making him irresistible to many women around Hazelhaven. None had ever dared to try and poach him from his new brides due to Merelith’s grandmother’s influence on the Women’s Council.

But now it seemed all bets were off. Rook held his gaze and resolutely stepped forward. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as her lips parted invitingly. She tilted her head back while closing her eyes in surrender. Lyzander pushed himself away and Rook’s eyes flew open to look at him in consternation.

“Am I not pretty enough for you?” Rooked asked in annoyance at his rejection.

“It’s not that, you know the punishment. I’m a fugitive now and if anything happens, I’ll never be able to provide for you,” Lyzander replied, shifting uncomfortably. In Halfling culture, he had been raised to treat sex as something only shared between married throuples.

Any Halfling male caught indulging in adultery would be severely punished by the Women’s Council. But it went further than that, if the woman was unaffiliated or a Halfling herself. The council would claim jurisdiction over her and also administer punishment to them. The punishment involved privately dousing the participants with buckets of ice-cold water until they showed indicators of repentance. This torture could last weeks until the Women’s Council was satisfied each party had been cleansed. 

“This is what I want. We will spend this final day together and then I’m going to help you escape Hazelhaven. If you have any feelings for me at all, you will do this for me. Please,” Rook pleaded, stepping forward to place a hand lovingly on Lyzander’s smooth cheek.

“Sigh, Okay, on one condition. I can’t allow you to shoulder a child alone so I’m going to cast a Fertility Ward spell. Do not argue with me, you know it’s what’s best,” Lyzander said, holding up a hand to prevent Rook’s objections. She closed her mouth and nodded in agreement. “Good. I’m not willing to take any chances.”

Lyzander picked up his antique pipe and emptied his mana reserves. The pipe flickered and failed on his first attempt. The room spun as Lyzander felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed to his knees. Rook rushed to his side in concern but he brushed her hand aside and climbed to his feet to try again.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed the last few drops of mana to power the spell. His hands trembled with gargantuan effort as he traced the required runes in the air. Touching the tip of the wand to Rook’s abdomen, faint light illuminated her, allowing him a glimpse of her alluring figure through the fabric.

“Phew, now we’re ready. Are you sure…?” Lyzander lifted his gaze to ask. Before he could finish speaking, Rook threw herself into his embrace. The pair stumbled back, Lyzander’s calculation ability didn’t prevent him from tangling his foot in a piece of discarded clothing and falling to the floor with a thud.

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A glowing wisp of light escaped Rook’s parted lips with a gasp. The pair had spent the day undisturbed locked in each other’s embrace. Twilight of dusk shrouded the room in shadow.

I’m surprised no one came to interrupt us. The watch must have assumed I was spooked and wouldn’t return here. It’s also entirely possible someone is still posted outside and didn’t think to investigate inside.

“Thank you for a good last day, Lyzander,” Rook said softly, gazing at him with affection. 

Her lithe body was strewn across his straw-filled mattress, a coarse linen blanket framing the outline of her body. He sat up, revealing her supple breasts and taut stomach. But the time for pleasure was up, the Fertility Ward had just worn off and Lyzander wasn’t willing to risk it.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m sure we’ll see each other again in better circumstances,” Lyzander replied, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up.

Rook silently admired his muscular back as he walked to the balcony door, cracking it open to covertly peer outside. Satisfied that it was dark enough, Lyzander crept outside and retrieved his laundry from the line and rushed back inside.

He heard a wolf whistle from an elderly woman neighbour admiring his naked butt. She was seated out on her balcony to watch the sunset. His heart was racing when he made it back inside. He urgently closed the door and pressed his back up against it, the laundry bundled in front of him.

 

 

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