"Maybe I don't necessarily want you fighting for me." He whispers, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin of my neck. "Perhaps I have plans for you to fight beside me as my..." He looks as if he's searching for the word to use. "ahh...Queen." He suggests and I study those blue eyes, wondering if he's truly gone mad now. (Warnings and Full description inside)

"I'm not a conquest, Northman." I state venomously, daring him to even think of touching me. A smirk comes to his lips and something dangerous glints in his eyes. He doesn't have to speak in order for me to know he has unadulterated exploitation on his mind. If I were smart I'd be afraid of him the way Iskra is. The way she's afraid of all of them. (Full Description inside).