Chapter IV

Nasuada stalked in the large hall eyes pitch at the thoughts running through her head. That insolent council! She had no need to be married!

"Have I not been capable and diligent with my duties Councilor?"

"Yes, milady. But-"

"Have I not shown my people the respect and care that they deserve?"

"Yes, milady. The Council-"

"Then why is the need for a husband so high a necessity when our people are not safe and secure? Why is my marriage bed-"

The Councilors shifted in their seats.

"-of such terrible importance that you would like to ignore the threat of Galbatorix and his armies for the sake of a ring on my finger? Have we forgotten who we are? And where-"

Nasuada glared at the Head Councilor.

"-our place is?"

The council did not speak. They seemed to not breathe.

"No? You have not forgotten? Good. Now let's move on to more pressing matters such as the welfare of my people."

She went to one person who might help her. Who knew how to survive with nothing but politics staring down at them? She went to Murtagh.

What she saw made her heart stop dead.

The doors to his room were slightly ajar. He must have been in a hurry otherwise he would have closed them. Nasuada knew he was a private person.

She peeked through the smallest of cracks in the doors, light from within making a line down her eye and face. She gasped and leaned back, heart fluttering in her chest, cheeks darkening at what she had seen. She peeked around her, no one for the moment.'

She looked in again, she saw Murtagh's back, scar running along the otherwise smooth skin. She saw him rocking. She saw another leg, to round and soft to be his, wrap around his waist and pull him to something. Nasuada dared to open the door just a fragment more and she saw Murtagh's lover. A pretty girl with light hair and sun kissed skin. Only acquired from the rides she went with him on Thorn. She glowed with Murtagh above her. He moved inside of her and he gasped when she shivered. Nasuadas stomach dropped and heat rose through her body.

Murtagh's lover was sprawled along the great bed, sheets kicked away and on the floor. She was a womanly girl with pretty breasts and ripe thighs. She moaned like a whore would and pushed Murtagh off of her only to straddle him lay her hands on his chest. He reached to flip her over but she slapped him and took a hand to his jaw pushing his head back.

Then she rode him, hard without skill. They were blind to Nasuadas presence. They were animals living only for their own pleasure. Wanting the end that was sweet. Fucking like rabbits at spring time. She rode him pushing herself onto him harder, harder still until Murtagh cried out so loud it echoed along the hall. Nasuada covered her own mouth to stop her from moaning. She required Murtagh.

She wanted to ride him like he was her horse. She wanted to wrap her legs around him. The whore mewed moments after and slumped-gracefully Nasuada noticed- onto Murtagh's glistening chest. He panted like he had been running for leagues while his lover gasped and shivered. She silently cried a few tears and Nasuada wished she was as overwhelmed as she was.

Murtagh took her with an arm and rolled her over to lie next to him. He smiled wearily at her and kissed her cheeks murmuring to her while stroking her soft belly. She murmured something to and then suddenly arched her back hands digging into Murtagh's shoulders that had moments before been draped around his neck, playing with his messy and wet hair.

Nasuada noticed Murtagh's hand was somewhere between his lady's thighs.

Nasuada bit her lip as she silently cried and quietly left from the hall hands covering her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Why could she never get what she wanted? Murtagh had been a mystery. She thought his infatuation with that girl would die after the night he spent with her before. But now she saw how much Murtagh must have felt for her, he invited her to Oromis' feast a fortnight ago. And he and Eragon had been teaching her archery and Murtagh had danced with her, walked with her.

Nasuada had been to busy with her duties to notice, right before her eyes. Murtagh had fallen in love.