Iris's Guardian (White Tigers of Brigantia Book 2)

by Lisa Daniels

  With a smile on her face, she immediately began to clean out the stalls. It was very likely she would be able to wrap the whole thing up before Damaris got up, and that meant he would be put in a very good mood. Of course, he loved to be the one to give orders, but any time he didn’t have to work meant he could get additional sleep or play cards with some of the guards. It also meant that he would probably pay her back by putting others on the worst jobs. Not that she minded them, but the other stable hands were never kind to her. If she could avoid them, it was certainly her preference.

  Taja was finishing up cleaning the last stable when she heard the gate close. Her head immediately turned to see Semaj walking toward her.

  “Ah, a little alone time.” The boy was grinning wickedly at her.

  Hoping she would be able to keep the situation from escalating, the young woman tried to act like he was there to help. “Oh, good morning, Semaj. I was hoping to get a little help. See? I can’t quite reach this.” She stood on her toes and stretched out her hand toward one of the hooks with riding tools. “Could you please-”

  His hand closed around hers and brought it down as he pushed his body against her back. Semaj moaned. He lowered his face so it was beside her ear. “Now, isn’t this better?”

  Trying to laugh it off, Taja pulled away, “Oh Semaj, the young women must love you. Come on and help me finish so that you can go find-”

  He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the barn wall. “I’ve found the one I want.” Semaj lowered his face to kiss her. Taja turned her face away and easily slipped out of his clumsy grasp. Moving as quickly as she could, the young woman was almost to the gate when he grabbed her waist. She let out a gasp as his fingers dug into her skin.

  Suddenly, Damaris appeared at the gate. His eyes took in the scene in front of him. “Are you two messing around on my time?”

  Taja shook her head and opened her mouth to talk, but Semaj was quicker. “No, sir. We just finished cleaning the stalls and thought it was time for a quick reward.”

  Taja began to shake her head violently, but Damaris took that as a sign that she was too shy. “Well, make it quick. There are plenty of other things that need doing.” His eyes looked around the stable, back at them, then he left.

  “Sir! Dama-” Taja tried to call out, but a grimy hand went over her mouth. Semaj’s other hand pulled her against him.

  “There, there, now. You heard the man. Let’s make this fast.”

  Taja’s hands went out to the only thing within reach. Taking hold of the shovel she had been using to muck out the stall, she brought it up and hit the man in the face. He immediately released her and yelped in pain.

  Dropping the shovel, Taja darted out of the stall and ran out of the barn as Semaj began to yell. Damaris appeared in front of her as she ran. His massive hand reached out and grabbed her. “And just what do you think you are doing? The work isn’t done, but you think you can turn your quickie into something more?” His face leered at her. “And what is all of this howling about?”

  The large man pulled the young woman behind him as he went to see what had happened.

  Blood was pouring from Semaj’s nose as he yowled in the stall.

  “What is going on here?” He demanded, looking between them. “I will not have lovers’ tiffs on my time.”

  Semaj pointed a finger at Taja. “She hit me with a shovel! That bitch just reached up and smacked me with it. Then she tried to run off with my money. But I held onto it!” He picked up money that had fallen out of her pocket – the money that she had left over after her chores the day before. She had planned to use that this evening to buy dinner for her and her mother.

  “I told you not to, but you wouldn’t listen! And that is my money! It was left over after-”

  “It was not! You were trying to make me pay for it, and then when I refused, you grabbed it and hit me!”

  Damaris grabbed her by the back of her shirt, not even caring that Semaj wasn’t giving a consistent story. “Oh, ho ho! So you finally show your true colors, eh? Trying to get it where you can? Well, the law is going to hear about this.”

  “I didn’t do anything wrong!” She tried to get out of his grasp as men came running into the barn.

  “You hit me in the face with a shovel!” Semaj cried. “That’s something very wrong!”

  It didn’t take long before the police arrived. By then Damaris had clearly sided with Semaj, saying he saw the whole thing and that she had tried to steal from the poor boy. Given her history, the cops did not even wait to listen as she pleaded with them. They asked the stable hand and the acting master to come with them to get statements while they put the dangerous woman someplace where she could not harm anyone.

  “I can’t go with you!” Damaris responded. “Someone has to take care of the stable, and there ain’t no one I can leave to do it.”

  “Sir,” one of the officers said, “we need you to come with us to make sure she is properly charged. I understand you are concerned, but we will keep it as short as possible.”

  Damaris stepped toward Taja and struck her hard across the face. “Look at what you are doing to me! First you distract my boy from his cleaning. Then you get the law in here. I should have fired you as soon as I took over.”

  The officers took Taja, each holding onto one of her arms.

  As he followed behind them, Semaj spoke up, “You had better hold her good. That girl is slippery and will hurt you as soon as look at you.”

  There was no response from the officers or Taja. She wanted to run away, to go to the mansion and ask for one of the men. They knew about what she had been through. One had even offered to help if she had trouble with Semaj.

  “We need to talk to the staff. They can tell you,” her face turned toward one of the officers. “Semaj has been after me for a while. One of them said to come to him if the boy didn’t stop. He can tell you.” Her eyes were pleading.

  The officer looking at her seemed inclined to do as she asked, but the other tightened his hold on her. “I’ve no doubt you’ve found a way to charm him into doing what you want. Get the men on the inside to take care of you so that you can do whatever you like.” He looked down at her as she turned her eyes on him. “No, I think we have everything we need right here. Not only is it obvious you hit the poor kid, we have someone who saw you do it. No one inside saw what happened, as the two gentlemen who were here a bit ago said. We don’t need any of your protectors to muddle this with fake alibis. No, we don’t.” He pulled her along. “Now let’s get you where you belong.”

  Chapter 4

  In Despair, Hope

  Taja looked through the bars of the cells. She had placed her body in the only place where the water dripping from the ceiling and walls wouldn’t reach her. The puddle on the other side of the cell took up nearly half of the space, making it difficult to get on the bed. Not that she would have slept, even if the bed had been dry.

  Her eyes stared out of the window into the cloudy sky. It was night now, two days before her birthday, and she had no idea what was in her future. A tear ran down her cheek as she remembered what had happened just the day before. How the stranger had taken care of her and asked for nothing in return. How she had hoped that things may turn out alright in the end. It had been nothing more than that. Hope.

  Her eyes followed a dark figure as it moved across the courtyard and headed toward the palace. Something looked familiar about it. Standing up and focusing on the figure, Taja realized it was the stranger from yesterday. She moved to the bars leading outside and watched his movements. His steps were certain as he headed to the palace door. It was dark, but there was no doubt about who it was. She had never seen anyone with such a gait before, more like a tame animal than a noble man. The way he moved was too graceful and effortless to be that of a normal person.

  As he reached the door, the guards addressed him. She could not hear what they said, but it was obvious that this was not his first time visiting the palace. She w
atched as he disappeared through the doors, and she began to wonder who he was. He roamed the streets, was able to silence a noble, could command a rowdy tavern with a few gestures, and was able to enter the palace late in the evening.

  He’s a strange man. Taja’s mind forgot about her situation as she stared at the palace gate. Over her short life, the woman had grown accustomed to distancing her mind from her surroundings, although this was the first time she found herself in a prison cell.

  She had no idea how long she stood near the window waiting to see him emerge, not because she planned to call out to him, but because she found solace in watching him. The town crier woke her from her reverie, and Taja moved back to the opposite wall. It was unlikely that he would emerge tonight, not at this hour.

  Huddled in the corner, Taja spent the night looking out the window at the stars.

  Her eyes were fully on the window and her mind elsewhere when someone spoke from the cell door. “Looks like you have a letter, miss.”

  Slowly, Taja turned her head to look at the man. His eyes were kind as he watched her. Repeating what he had said, Taja nodded.

  “I’m sorry, miss, but you will have to come here to get it. I’m not allowed to open the door unless I am to give you food.”

  Taja stood up and walked over to the door. The sound of her tiny feet splashing in the puddle caused the guard to look at her.

  “It’s alright, miss, I’ll just-” she could hear the keys jingle.

  Taja continued to walk toward the man. “It’s okay. I will take it through the bars.” She stretched out her hand as her feet continued to move forward.

  “I’m sorry, miss.” The guard’s eyes reflected sadness as he held the letter through the bars.

  She took it, turned, and walked back through the puddle to her place by the wall. The guard watched her for a moment as Taja unfolded the letter, wanting to say something to comfort her. He hoped that the letter was from someone who would help her, someone who would make her feel better in the dank cell. The captain had stuck her in here, insisting it was the best place for unholy worms like her. As the woman covered her mouth, the guard stepped back. Clearly the letter was not giving her encouragement.

  “I’m sorry, miss.” It was all he could think to say before turning around and walking away.

  A tear ran down her cheek as Taja reread the letter. She didn’t hear the guard or notice that he had left as her eyes went over the shaking writing of her mother. It was every horrible thing people had told her over the years all rolled into the cruelest letter from her mother. At the end, her mother had disowned her, and Taja could imagine the look on her mother’s face as she wrote the last words. The paper fell out of her hands and blew across the ground and into the puddle. Taja didn’t even turn to look at it as it absorbed the water.

  There was no way to know how much time passed as she sat there feeling empty.

  The sun was more than halfway past its zenith when someone spoke from the door. She didn’t even turn to look as she recognized the captain’s voice. “They made their decision about you, and they made the right one. You will be put to death in two days for the crimes committed. We cannot have creatures like you degrading our society.”

  Taja’s face turned to look at him. Her eyes were expressionless as she saw the way he was gloating at her. Without a word, she turned her face to look out of the window.

  “Did you hear me?” He grabbed the bars and shook them. “They are going to put you to death, and our world will get a little bit brighter.” To his disappointment, the woman did not move again. He kicked the door. “If you aren’t going to respond, there’s no point in sending anyone to take care of you. You’ll be dead soon anyway. No point in wasting money or food on you.” With that he left.

  Taja heard every word the man said. Listening for his footsteps to die away, she stood. Death.

  The thought echoed around in her head.

  Then a familiar figure emerged at the other end of the courtyard. Just like the evening before, the stranger strode across the courtyard. Taja stepped toward the bars and watched, her mind full of him as she watched him again approach the guards and gain entrance into the palace. A couple of nobles waited just on the other side of the door and they greeted him cordially as he entered. She couldn’t see his face, but closing her eyes, Taja thought she caught the sound of his voice as he responded. Once the doors were closed, she opened her eyes again and realized that she had put her hands on the bars of the window.

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  Captured by Kazak

  Dragons Take a Princess

  (Book One)

  Chapter One

  Princess Marea walked out into the royal gardens. She looked around for an appropriate place to settle, an easel tucked under her arms, and a paint holder and a box of paints. Behind her, about ten guards followed, all intent on protecting her. And, also, to not allow her any privacy whatsoever.

  Really, she thought, irritated as the guards trumped around, generating noise, scaring away the birds and other objects of interest. Talking to them did nothing – they were under orders from her beloved father to not speak to her, or take any orders, since she had a tendency to give them insane instructions – and it took all the fun out of her already excessively dull life.

  “I doubt any other princess gets guarded this much,” Marea muttered, stubbornly setting up her easel, and propping herself on the perfectly trimmed grass. Her red dress crumpled beneath her, more like an elaborate wedding gown than a practical dress for walking around the grounds, but her mother insisted on a princess always looking her best.

  “You never know when that handsome prince is going to walk through the door,” her mother said, with a wide smile and a glint of her baby blue eyes.

  Not exactly hard to find a prince in Marea’s world, given that they hosted at least five other kingdoms in their castle per week, and she was always up to her eyeballs in princes and princesses. One hundred kingdoms, one hundred extra reasons to find being royalty a drag. Even the downright pampering irritated her. She didn’t know anything. A servant was more skilled than her, because sky knew if she could figure out how to change a bedsheet without getting tangled in it.

  Of course, Marea was edging close to her thirties, unheard of for a princess, except she also had six other sisters to marry up ahead of her, and she never failed to mess things up for any visiting prince which she suspected her mother and father was trying to hitch her up with.

  Now, with the recent bate of dragon attacks on all the border kingdoms, with princesses being carried off at least once a month, her father had upped the security, and ordered them to stick to her like glue, so she didn’t slip off into some dark alley and sneak along the general population, like she was prone to do anyway. Her mother forced her to take courtesy lessons, embroidery, learn all the fashions going through court, and which big marriages or knight quests had hit the news.

  She was also supposed to know how to appropriately act and scream when taken by a monster. (With a dragon, you were supposed to flap your arms and wail.)

  “You’re getting awfully old,” her mother would say, in that familiar upturn way she held her nose, and glared disapprovingly at her daughter. “I was married at sixteen. I was a proper princess, and your sisters are good examples, too. Where did I go wrong with you?”

  Everything, Marea thought. She didn’t know why she was unable to click. Why she refused the princes, even though she had such a vast pool to choose from. They were stupid, they were fake. Reasons and excuses she gave, but really – she just didn’t find the polite smiling attractive. She wanted something rough. Like that time when she went to the taverns, disguised as a wench, and saw the way the men laughed raucously, and the women were bold, taking who they wanted and whenever they felt like it.

  Marea desired that freedom. To be able to let go and just laugh, instead of worrying about being abducted by dragons, or an invasion from
the Dark Clans, or whether the other princesses would mock her choice of outfit or not.

  She raised a paintbrush with green smeared over the tip, and pressed it to the canvas. She couldn’t paint, of course, but it gave her an excuse to sit out in the garden without appearing out of place. One of the guards gave her an odd look, breaking the normal custom of staring resolutely ahead and pretending to be invisible. She examined the man through her straw yellow hair, noting his strong physique through the rigid uniform, and the way his green eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight. He had such good cheekbones, too, and a malleable curve of the muscles in his face, along with the hint of a red trimmed beard, giving him a Wilderness look.

  She wished at that moment she could paint him. Something about those eyes arrested her. Just a shame he was a lowly guard, and not a prince. She wondered what words those plump lips might say, what kind of life he led outside the job in the castle. Maybe he even lived in the castle, in the lower chambers.

  The guard gave her a thin, predatory smile. Marea blinked. Had she just imagined that expression? The guard now appeared neutral, though his eyes still bore into her.

  Licking her lips, allowing some of the paint to smear over the canvas, Marea stated, “Are you supposed to be looking upon a princess like that?”

  Several of the other guards appeared nervous at the statement. The man with the emerald eyes, though, shrugged. “It appears to me that you’re the one staring… princess.”

  The audacity of his statement made her temporarily hang her mouth open. Why, no one dared speak to a princess like that. Especially if they were lower class, like this man.

  “I could have you executed for speaking like that to me.”

  “Why? I’m only answering to what you say to me. Unless you like to kill people who are brave enough to talk to you.” His emerald eyes trailed up and down her body, taking in the blood red dress with all the ruffles and frills, gaudy and elegant, two things Marea was not. Heat flushed in her cheeks. How dare he?