Other Books by S. L. Kassidy
Warrior Class
Sky Cutter
Please Baby
Scarred Series
Scarred for Life - Book 1
New Cuts, Old Wounds – Book 2
Bandages – Book 3
First Degree Burns - Book 4
Learning to Walk Again – Book 5
Warrior Class – Taming the Wind
by S.L. Kassidy
copyright© 2019 S.L. Kassidy
ISBN-(book): 9781948327503
ISBN-(epub): 9781948327510
ISBN (pdf): 9781948327527
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Blurb
The sequel to Warrior Class – Sky Cutter finds Princess Nakia Lysand has been returned to her homeland and Queen Ashni Akshay has her tribute, enough money to conquer the West. They should both be happy, but they are miserable. Nakia has a forced marriage to worry about and Ashni's mind isn't on her dream anymore. All Ashni wants to do is get Nakia back and all Nakia wants is to return to Ashni. Can they find each other again?
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my family, who supported my writing long before I thought it was worth anything, and to my friends, who helped me believe in myself and my work. Thank you all.
Chapter One
IT HAD BEEN DAYS since Nakia Lysand returned home to Phyllida after months overseas in the East. She had been confined to her room since then, yet the air still smelled strange to her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but even now as she sat on her balcony on a stool she couldn’t find comfort on, the smell of the air was off. The scent made her stomach roil and burned her nose and throat. Even the taste seemed different. The way it lingered on her tongue left an almost ginger-like aftertaste.
The aroma was different from Khenshu, which was expected, but it troubled her in a way she couldn’t put into words. It upset her in ways air shouldn’t. It made every part of her tremble, her nerves twitch, and had her long for a desert with hot, honeyed air, full of barbarians, led by their insane, irksome queen, Ashni Akshay.
The thought of Ashni made Nakia’s stomach settle, but it never untied itself from the tense knot it had been in since she stood before her father a couple of days ago. Her discomfort went beyond the fact that she felt like a pawn in her father’s machinations and that her father wanted to marry her off to some random nobleman. She always expected that to happen. It happened with her sisters.
But, there were a few key differences. Her father never sent her sisters off to barbarians as a goodwill hostage. Her sisters had never lived in a new culture and been treated as a servant, as a clown. They had never had a warrior queen pay them all the attention in the world and not realize what that meant. They had not been embraced by not only the queen but those closest to her. They had not laid in the arms of a queen, felt safety and love for the first time, and then had all of that ripped from them to the point where it felt like her skin had been removed. She was the only one with that mark seared into her soul.
Worse yet, the wound throbbed and itched in the absence of Ashni. Nakia did not know how to handle it. Tearing away from her seat, she tried to shake off thoughts of that place, that woman, but it did nothing except cause her tunic to rustle and her bracelets to ring out in the silent space. Somehow, even her traditional clothing felt different, heavier than usual, the reds and yellows glared at her and irritated her skin. She wanted to peel herself out of herself.
She paced her rooms, weaving around polished dark wood furniture, a maze of couches and tables. The mosaics on the walls watched her, accused her somehow. The eyes of her ancestors made her chest burn. The columns lining each space, bedroom, sitting room, and study seemed like prison bars and she felt caged, imprisoned in a way she had not in Khenshu, even when she had literally been in golden bonds.
The sound of her light steps against the tiled floor hammered into her, pounding against her bones. Birds sang outside and the sound carried through her open windows like thunder. Each noise threatened to shatter her.
Taking a deep breath, she released it through her nose, trying to ease the pressure crushing her ribs. Rolling her shoulders, she tried to keep the sounds and feelings at bay, but to no avail. Going back to the balcony, she stared out into her city, a sea of orange tiled roofs, cream buildings, and movement like ants from her view. Her gaze went even beyond that, passed the thick wall and the open grasslands parted by stone roads. Part of her wished to see the armies of the Roshan Empire, but that was a fantasy.
She wouldn’t come for you, risking everything for you. Even if Ashni wanted her back, it would take longer to mobilize her troops to storm the city for Nakia. Ashni wouldn’t risk her father’s dream of conquering the West. Nakia would never think she was that important to Ashni, but she believed she meant something to the queen.
“No, I know I meant something to you.” Nakia had to say it aloud, had to say it like she spoke to a person and not the empty room, as that made it truer than she already knew it to be. “But, what does that mean now?” Nakia wasn’t sure. Would Ashni consider my return home an acceptable loss? Was Ashni going to come to my rescue? Do I need to be rescued? She shouldn’t feel that way while at home, but she did. She’d be married soon to a stranger.
Anger shot through her at the thought. Anger tended to be her first emotion and she liked that. It made it feel like she could do something. But, as she considered her situation more, she couldn’t do anything about it. You will need to be rescued because you’re too weak to do it on your own, just like you were too weak to stop Father sending you across the sea. You’re weak.
Before she realized it, tears slid down her cheeks. She wiped them away, even as she felt her eyes sting with more. Ashni wouldn’t like to see her crying. It doesn’t matter. She’s never going to see you again. You’ll be married and moved like a piece of furniture, never to see Ashni or the East. Nakia needed to accept that part of her life was over.
Approaching footsteps shook her from her thoughts. She wasn’t surprised to see her father joining her on the balcony. He had been by to see her twice since her return. The first was to inform her of her fate, the marriage to his ally. The second was to seek information about the Roshan, and he probably wanted more. She wouldn’t give any. Why make things easy for him? He never made things easy for me.
“Taking in the view? Glad to be home, I’m sure,” her father said, his barrel chest puffing out as if he made the view.
Nakia bit her tongue to keep from snapping at him. She missed that about Khenshu. She had been able to speak her mind with little fear, especially to Ashni. Her father wouldn’t be as amused or forgiving with her as Ashni had been. Here she wasn’t allowed to be equal to any man, but especially her father, the King. She wasn’t allowed to give him her opinion and even if she did, he wouldn’t listen. Her opinion didn’t matter, and neither did her wants or needs.
She wanted to ignore him, pretend he wasn’t there or she was somewhere else, but that wouldn’t d
o her any good. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. His expression didn’t change, like he didn’t notice her discomfort.
“Shall we sit?” He motioned to a bench by the railing with his large hand.
It was posed as a question, but it wasn’t a request. She sat at one end, uncomfortable once again on the seat. At first, she blamed getting accustomed to the Khenshu pillows and she’d have to adjust to couches at home. Now, she knew it had to do with her father as he sat at the opposite end. Along with the odd smell of the air, there was thick tension too. She did her best to breathe normally, but being in her father’s presence was overwhelming in a way it didn’t use to be and strangled her.
“How are you feeling? Your servants reported you haven’t been eating.”
She shook her head. “I am not quite so hungry.” The most ironic thing she learned about her appetite was that she found her food too bland now. I never would’ve believed that when I first arrived in Khenshu. Now, she longed for the spices to flavor her meats or sweeten her cereals.
“You should try to eat something. I’m sure living with those monsters couldn’t have been easy, but you’re safe now.” His voice was soft, but the emotion didn’t meet his eyes. He had learned how to sound concerned, but he couldn’t look it. It wasn’t in his nature.
“I know. I can’t force myself to eat, Father.” Will he try to force me to eat?
He frowned. “We don’t want you to waste away before King Caligo arrives. You’re rather thin as it is.” He looked her up and down with a slight curl to his top lip.
Nakia swallowed heated words to prevent her from biting back at her father and they burned all the way through her chest to her stomach. She was out of practice in eating her rage, but she needed to keep her composure to avoid serious trouble. The feeling only added to the tension inside of her from the forced marriage already.
She had yet to meet Caligo Mor, her future husband. He was on his way to Phyllida from his home, Nex, a land up north. Supposedly anything beyond the great River Reve was savage territory, and she suspected Nex was beyond the river because she hadn’t heard of it. Sold from one set of barbarians to the next. She doubted her luck would hold and these barbarians would be as welcoming as the last.
Considering the future made Nakia’s throat tighten. Don’t think about it. Ashni will come for you. Or so she hoped. Prayed really, as she couldn’t think of any way out of it.
“Is there something, Father? Beyond checking on my physical form,” she said, making a serious effort to keep her words calm rather than curt. She wanted him out of her space as soon as possible. His presence never failed to make her day worse, but actually having to interact with him now was like being raked across hot coals. Every moment he pretended to be concerned for her was like having her skin peeled back.
“I wanted to find out if you remembered more about the Roshan and their demon queen that might help us in the upcoming war.”
Of course that was what he desired. She hadn’t given him much to work with the last time he attempted to debrief her. She didn’t want to outright lie to him, not like he did. She didn’t want to be like him, but she wasn’t a spy. Besides, at this point, what does it matter? A lie by omission was still a lie, a betrayal. And he had betrayed her first. A father was meant to protect a daughter, and he hadn’t. He had used her in so many different ways.
Ashni’s father never would have done so from what Nakia learned while in Khenshu. Ashni’s father had allowed her to become a warrior, go on campaign with him, and had inspired her to the point she insisted on carrying his dream as her own. Nakia barely wanted to think about her father existing. How could a so-called barbarian be a better father than mine? Why was I cursed with this man? She couldn’t even imagine having a father who inspired her.
“There’s not much to tell. I was kept in rooms, away from anything important. From the way things sounded outside, I feel as if they party constantly. Loud, drunken parties, as you would expect of a barbarian. There was always thumping drumming music and bellowing laughter. Rooms hazy with thick, white smoke like I’ve never seen before. I believe even the Queen played dice games.” Let her father get cocky and underestimate Ashni.
He made a noise deep in his throat and nodded. “Did they have a lot of guards around you?”
“No. I assume since the city is in a desert and I was so far from home, they didn’t think it was necessary. Where would I run away to, after all? Not to mention, I knew if I left, they’d destroy this city. I would never risk that and they knew.”
He slapped his knees, knocking his royal violet sash off of his thigh. “Well, we don’t have to worry about that anymore. With Caligo Mor, we should be able to wipe those filthy wretches off the face of the planet.”
Nakia held her breath to keep in a snarl over the mention of the man she would be given to. The light in her father’s eyes didn’t help endear Caligo to Nakia. He was nothing more than a pirate, as far as she was concerned, looting her from where she wanted to be. And, pirates weren’t to be trusted. How could he help my father, help our city? What makes him trustworthy? What makes it better to strike an alliance with him than with the Roshan? Maybe she could get answers from him. I can’t help myself, can I?
“Where did you meet this king, Father? I have never heard of him,” Nakia said. She wasn’t owed an explanation by her culture, but it wasn’t something she agreed with. She should be worth some words of comfort from her father. But, you’re not and you know it. The thought made her teeth itch. So, why bother?
“There are many things you haven’t heard of, but he’ll treat you right, Nakia. I’ll make sure of it.” He threw back his shoulders.
She had to hold in a scoff. You don’t care how I’m treated. You’re throwing me to barbarians again. It was like he didn’t think she had been traumatized by any of this. Not once had he asked about her wellbeing or if the Roshan had done anything to her. No, just moving onto his next scheme and how I might factor into his game. It shouldn’t bother her. She should be used to it, but she couldn’t help thinking of Ashni with her father, her following behind him, being accepted for who she was. Who am I to Father?
I’m a pawn and that’s possibly all he’ll ever consider me. That was all he considered my sisters before me. Because I’m female? Is that why this war with the Roshan, who were led by a woman, drove him to such extremes as to partner with barbarians to the north and give me away to one of them?
Her father continued, slamming a fist onto the bench. “With his backing, we can get the surrounding cities to join with us and outnumber those Eastern barbarians and send them back to Hell.”
“Have the other cities agreed to this?” Nakia felt like her father planned too far ahead with many unknown variables still in play.
He narrowed his gaze, as if he didn’t know who she was, and she held in a yelp. I can’t do that here. I can’t show signs of intelligence or question the leadership. Her father didn’t want her opinion, thoughts, or questions. It burned her up inside. How dare he judge my ability to think based on my gender. Especially when so-called barbarians took her words under consideration when she was little more than a goodwill hostage. To Hell with him!
The burning in Nakia’s stomach felt like it erupted and it took every ounce of her self-control to keep it in, but she could feel it destroy bits of her. Her will and hope could’ve been casualties and she didn’t want to risk that. She needed to get him out of her rooms now before he obliterated every piece of her.
“Father, I’m a little tired,” she said, feigning a delicate yawn. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
“I assume so. Your ordeal has been great. Be sure to eat. If you remember anything else about the barbarians, tell me.” He rose to his feet.
Nakia nodded and breathed easier when he was gone, a weight lifting from her shoulders, the tension in her chest eased. Yet other things still pressed against her. Her upcoming marriage would haunt her until the moment it happened.
She wasn’t sure what to do. Should I resign myself to my fate? Or should I try to escape? She scoffed. Escape where? I didn’t even understand the concept of money before going to Khenshu and befriending Bashira. How would I make it on my own? She wouldn’t make it. Simple as that. Her stomach felt shredded and she felt the fire inside of her dim more than she had ever felt in her life. Her heart fell into her feet. She’d always be a tool, a pawn.
***
Queen Ashni Akshay slumped on her throne, wishing the soft, silky pillow beneath her could offer some comfort. It had been too many days since she lost her hellcat and she could feel the absence in places that didn’t have names, places she didn’t know existed. She felt cold from the loss, like there was a chill just under her skin, cutting deeper into her with each passing moment. Her mood was rather down for someone who got a fortune in gold and she couldn’t change that, even though she understood it. Worse, she was about to have all her hard work come together, about to make her dreams come true, about to do something even the son of a god hadn’t done, yet none of it mattered.
I’ve never missed someone like this before. Granted, Ashni hadn’t lost many close people in her life to feel this way. She considered it might be normal, but it felt more like mourning than missing. She was intimately familiar with mourning thanks to the passing of her father, and she refused to accept that eternal ache. Mourning meant her hellcat was gone forever, never to be at her side, never to be in her arms. There had to be something she could do to rid herself of this malaise. There had to be some way to get Nakia back to her.
Ashni sighed, weariness in her bones. “Princess, I don’t have time for you.” Or the patience. Her sister slid down from a line on the ceiling next to her.
“But, I have a plan,” Layla replied, still hanging from her line.
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