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Chapter 38
by Manbear
Who is your Stalker?
Alexia, you should have known
The cloaked figure lets out a faint grunt of surprise, and you immediately have to deflect the elbow that is heading for your lower ribs. You have just enough time securing that arm when you hear soft scrape of a knife slipping from it's sheath. By now you have a pretty good idea of who this is. The way she reacts to your attack combined with the distinctive smell of her hair are all you need to identify this young woman; you should have guessed she'd be following you. The hand pinning her arms to her torso also is crushing Alexia's soft breasts and you can feel at least two more sheaths between your body and hers. The way she is wiggling in your arms reminds you of the merchant's granddaughter's panicked struggling in the arms of those unsavory mercenaries.
That is not at all your intent, "Alexia, it's me, relax." Her struggles were already decreasing even before she heard your voice, the two of you had sparred together often enough that she must have figured out who had grabbed he almost the same time you realized it was her.
"You may not want to let go of me, Bruce." Alexia hisses a warning, "I am so mad at you I might just stick you in the kidney a few times and let you vaunted powers of healing keep you alive." In spite of her warning, you loosen your grip and your spymaster spins from your embrace glaring at you with undisguised hostility. As soon as she's straightened her clothes she starts letting you know how she feels about the way you left camp.
"I'm getting pretty tired of these games, your Majesty." Alexia gets to within a hand from your face and her finger jabs at your armored chest as she speaks. "You're not Ecurb the White." She disliked the pseudonym you used during your two month fling almost as much as she hated the jaunt itself, "You're the king of a city state with tens of thousands of people who depend on you to act like a king, not a hotheaded teenager." Once again her finger pokes at your chest, "You are the commanding general of a **** of almost 1000 soldiers in the field, not a free-lance mercenary who deserts his post with no regard to his mates. And most importantly," she pauses this time resting the palm of her hand against you "you're a friend who people love in spite of your idiotic moments. At this moment, not only am I away from where I should be, but Galeon, Barticus and Victor are all scouring the city like rats in the night risking our lives to find you before something bad happens." Before you can assure her that nothing like that was going to happen you remember how close you came to killing the company of Thracians guarding the High Tower gate.
You consider trying to redirect this awkward conversation to what you overheard from within Alexia's tent when she was talking with the twins. You decide it is better not to go there; you are still uncertain about the emotions that assaulted you as you listened outside her tent. Alexia takes advantage of your silence to drive home her point.
"Bruce, when you take off the way you did, you put everything you claim to care about at risk. Did you really think Galeon and I would just sit on our hands and wait to see if you returned? Do you know us at all?" Alexia starts counting on her fingers. "Your troops are currently without the leadership of their top five commanders; unless we get word back to camp, at dawn all but a token number of Riders will be flying scouting missions in every direction trying to find sign of your passage; any possible diplomatic gains that we may have been able to consolidate after the end of the games will have to be postponed; and finally, if word of this gets out to either the Lord Marshal or the Regent here in Athenapolis it is only going to confirm what they believe about you're being a hot-headed fool." You hate it when she chastises you like this, but you find it difficult to argue with this fiery red-head. Alexia interrupts you before you can assure her that everything was going to be OK.
"Don't say a word, Sire, please. Just nod your head if any of what I said makes sense to you?" With a sigh you nod deliberately and Alexia lifts to her toes to kiss your cheek. "I'm glad you're OK." She whispers softly and all the irritation you had been feeling about the way she had berated you evaporates like the morning mists. Your hands rest on her hips and hold her gently against you as she tries to step back. The thoughts and feelings you've been fighting since that night in Alexia's tent are becoming harder to resist, and here you are, alone in the darkness...
Do you take advantage of the moment, or let her slide out of reach?
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The Fall of Athenapolis
A great city is plundered
You are a warrior witnessing the fall of a great city.
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