Faeted Lovers [Sample Only]

Chapter 2

11 years later

A girl has got to do, what a girl's got to do. I didn't like it, but it was the fastest way to infiltrate the Nightingale Army that was visiting our City of Bird Song. I had fully expected that the trained recruits, now fully fledged soldiers, would spend a night in the city.

Well, some did. Others didn't. The more influential, higher ranking personnel, stayed behind in their camp to have their meetings in private. That's what Fredrick told me; the drunk soldier at my bar, drinking our cheapest ale and staring at my tits all night.

I had convinced Dorkas to let me bar tend, despite the fact she wanted me away from leering drunken males that might assault me.

I was secretly terrified that that might happen, but I had chosen a target carefully. Fredrick was of few words, grumbling about tomorrows training in the early morning. He preferred to ask me questions as the night wore on.

"You ride horses with tittes that big?" he slurs his words, "Don't it hurt?"

"I can do many things," I raise a brow and pour him more ale. He eyes his cup and pushes it away, growling.

"I'd say you're tryna make a steal on me, girly... you wanna rutt... or takin' my silver back in my tent? You ain't getting none like some whore. I don't pay my whores. We have aplenty back in our area. Free. Pussy. Who many men you 'ave... uh? I don't trust a pretty face like yours, to be frank wit yah," Okay, I take it back, my Fredrick was not a man of few words now that more of the ale had hit harder.

"Depends if you like curvy, stocky, strong girls like me..." I return, "...or wiry and limber. I can't dance, but I could fight in an army if someone gave me a sword, or a spear. I have the strong thighs, strong core, weak arms but... a girl can't have it all. Most of the hormones went straight to my ass and tits, not the dick I don't have, unlike some," I snap this part and Fredrick jumps to his feet, smirking while swaying side to side with the inn music.

"Let's go den, Ima see what else them feisty lips can do for me," he chuckles and heads for the door and I reach up behind my head, taking out my working braids and fluffing out my curly locks of dark red hair. I take off my jacket, showing my corset which was pushing my breasts half way out the damn thing.

However, I needed to look the part. And I would take whatever consequences would follow to get into the core of that camp.

"Wait up, Freddy!" I call out while I glance over my shoulder, seeing Dorkas walking down from upstairs. Before she can spot me, I slip from the counter to run out the door.

I grab a hold of Freddy's arm before he makes love to one of the horses tied up outside. I keep him steady and I repeat myself, "The camp, Freddy, the camp... take us to a warm bed... in a cute tent..." I pat his back and he nods and stumbles his way towards the outskirts of town.

The reason I cared so much about this camp, was the name of the man leading it. Rexion. I had heard the name enough to know it was definitely him. That monster of a man who stole my friends and ruined my childhood was back.

For eleven years, all I did was listen for news, looking for whispers around town. Any news about churches, nuns, armies, Rexion, war... anything. It had taken eleven years for Rexion to return.

I was hoping that two of my friends were here, at the very least.

Vlaric and Vladimir. They'd be 21 and 18 years old now, Vlaric would be old enough to lead parts of the army himself. Soldiers often died young, so I hoped desperately they had made it through. Vlaric was smart enough to pull something like that off. He liked to lead. Surely, my instincts were correct.