A/N: Hey guys! Well, “Tyronian” didn’t get as many reads as the last chapter, which is kind of discouraging but for those of you that did and commented, thank you so much! This might be the last update for a while since I start work very soon. But just remember that I have no plans of giving up this story!! It just might take a while for me to upload. But anyways, I hope that you like this chapter!(:
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*A WEEK EARLIER*
Xavier held in his sigh when he stepped out of the tent that held his small bride. He knew that he was again harsh with the girl, but he couldn’t seem to rein in his anger at the thought of her trying to escape him. Not only did it cause a weird clenching sensation in his gut but it was also extremely dangerous.
Stupid girl. Didn’t she know that they we’re far away from the tribes and that unfamiliar men were roaming our lands?
Xavier growled to himself as he stalked to where he knew he would find his brother. His question was unnecessary since he knew the answer.
Of course she didn’t.
War was no place for a women. Xavier knew that all to well. But he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her and if anything, she would have a better chance at escaping him back in his village then she does here.
He couldn’t allow her that chance.
He couldn’t allow her to escape him. She was his.
Wether she liked it or not, she was going to be with him forever.
With that last thought, Xavier quickened his steps when he caught sight of his brother.
“You’re going to scout?” Tristan said incredulously with a raise brow.
Xavier paused a moment, his saddle in his hands, to give his brother an annoyed glare.
“Yes. Why is that such a hard thing to grasp?” Xavier growled as he resumed fitting the saddle on his stallion Killix.
“Because you never scout cousin.”
Tristan and Xavier turned their heads to the right at the new voice, watching the tall, heavily muscled, blonde male making his way towards them.
“Usually tis Tristan’s expertise, while yours is the maiming and stabbing.” Tyronian grinned, showing his surprisingly white teeth around his blonde beard.
Tristan smirked in humor while Xavier scowled at his cousin. Xavier then rolled his eyes as Tyronian continued to grin unfazed by his glare.
Tyronian stopped so he was standing next to Tristan, crossing his arms while they both continued to watch Xavier get ready to ride out.
“As much as we all enjoy your humor and input Tyronian,” Xavier said dryly.”I’m afraid that it is unwanted.”
Tyronian chuckled, uncrossing one to wave his hand in front of his face as if he was swatting a fly. “Nonsense! My input is always wanted!”
At Tristan’s snort, Tyronian’s grin grew.
Xavier tried to hold in his growl of annoyance at his cousin’s teasing. Tyronian never was one to take things seriously, and though Xavier was feared by everyone else, Tyronian wasn't.
Besides Tristan, he was one of the few that did not cower from his glare or his moments of rage. Though part of him was thankful that his cousin stilled treated him like kin instead of just his commander, it was times like these Xavier wished he had effect on Tyronian.
“You’re in charge of Leawyn,” Xavier told Tristan, securing the belt around his hips that carried his short sword.
“Do not let her out of your sight. She is not to go anywhere with out you by her side, understood?” Xavier commanded, giving Tristan a hard stare.
|Jason Momoa||as Xavier|
|Mads Mikkelsen (frm. King Arthur)||as Tristan|
|Candice Swanepoel||as Leawyn|
|Chris Hemsworth||as Tyronian|
|Adriana Lima||as Namoriee|
|Joe Manganiello||as Asten|