I can't go back to Hibralt anymore. Luz sighed with her gaze fixed on the ring. It was a simple carved bone ring, but it represented the bond she had with her now-husband. That was her life now, as the wife of the tribal leader and no longer as the knight of... Amity, her name, escaped from her lips. "I really miss you." It had been two weeks since the duel; she had lost, and now she was the prisoner of the barbarians, but she still missed her home.

She sighed again. The feeling of nostalgia hit her for a moment as she remembered her love. Her gaze moved away from the ring, and she faced the vision of the man next to her: "Hunter Whittebane." Her husband's name came out of her as she admired the physicality of who was his beloved? He was? It was far from unpleasant to her eyes. "Just how did I end up with someone like that?" The girl wondered, among other things. Distracted, she did not notice when the barbarian's crimson eyes opened and ended up meeting hers.

Is something wrong, Light? The man sat next to her, smiling at her and showing the absence of one of his teeth, which he had lost during their bare-knuckle battle. "If you have a problem, don't hesitate to tell me; I'm here to help you in everything I can.

"Why are you like this? Why don't you let me hate you?" Luz gritted her teeth at the attitude he had towards her. Hunter, from the first time they had been together, had done everything to always be attentive to her: he let her eat the biggest piece of her game, he practiced duels with her, and he had even apologized to her for the first night. her.

"I just need some fresh air; don't worry, Hunter," she replied, returning his smile and walking out of the store. She was lying to him, but a part of her didn't want to worry this fool of hers.

Luz shuddered to call him that, but in the end she was; that fool was her husband. It's too early to drink, and I'm already looking forward to one.

"A glass of Noceda"—the mocking voice of a woman was heard behind her back, Luz. I don't need to look to know who was behind her. Ho, come on, Noceda, today is a warm day, and nothing goes down better than a cold glass of fruit wine.

"No thanks, Bosha; my principles do not allow me to lose my temper." Luz denied the offer, but she could already taste the sweet nectar that the woman was offering her. "But thanks for the offer; maybe I'll come later for that drink." Luz smiled at him and got away from her as fast as he could.

That woman was Bosha, princess of the merchant kingdom of Fulgore, and a strong candidate to contest the position of supreme ruler. The kingdom of Fulgore had been a great ally of Hibralt in the past when King Alador still ruled over Hibralt, but when he disappeared for a crusade, the ties that both kingdoms had began to deteriorate little by little until one day Fulgore cut ties with Hibralt.

Luz hadn't seen her in years, but she remembered her from a dance that had taken place during a peace congress between the multiple kingdoms that were on the continent. Luz remembered Bosha as a spoiled girl who used her power to bend others to her will, but she ran before the authority and power of the strongest kingdoms on the continent.

She could even clearly remember an incident in great detail about Bosha.

During the peace summit that was held every three years between the multiple kingdoms, nobles from all over the world gathered together with their monarchs to celebrate the illusion of peace that this festival gave and to form ties with the nobility of other kingdoms.

Through commercial alliances and arranged marriages, the guests sought to strengthen their status with the nobles, but not everything was peace and false smiles; not far from there, someone showed their true personality to an annoying child who had been locked on the balcony. from the castle during a really cold night for her, a dangerous demon who dressed the skin of a girl—what happens? You're not so rude anymore, little prince.

The shrill voice of a young Bosha was heard through the glass as she smirked at the young prince and her entourage trapped on the balcony by her. Let me in! I am King, son of the Owl Lady, and first in line to the throne of Alvain," the boy demanded, his small fists impacting against the glass without doing the slightest damage to the glass.

You had your chance to apologize, and you preferred a dwarf fight. Bosha's finger hit the glass at the same rate as the boy's fists on the other side; a strange and out of tune sound came from both of them. It seems like a good deal.

King responded by spitting on the glass, "There you have my answer, witch, a clawthorne never bows to the demands of a peasant." Bosha's forehead began to redden while a vein sprouted simultaneously.

There were many things that Bosha could put up with, like being called dumb, ugly, pig, fat, witch, whore, and devil. She could laugh at this. Bosha could take these words with a huge grain of salt, but being called a peasant was one of the three things she couldn't bear to be called.

The balcony door was opened with force; King fell backwards, and before recovering, he felt the girl's foot on him. "I didn't plan to hurt you, little prince, but... *sigh* you crossed the line." Bosha was smiling, but King knew that this was not good for him.

The young prince felt the full weight of the girl on him; he began to cough as he felt how she was walking on him. The pressure on his chest did not allow him to breathe, and with each cough, he lost more and more air from his lungs. Slowly, he began to fade off.

The noise of a sharp blow brought him to life, and the air returned to his lungs. King began to breathe desperately, trying to replace everything he had lost in such a short time.

Bosha, what the hell!/You could have hurt him!—the voices of two girls could be heard not far from him, both reproaching his executioner. King felt like his pride had been sullied, but this was not a battle he could win alone.

The little prince ended up sneaking out of the place before anyone saw him; he ran away looking for his mother for support but only ended up receiving reproaches and a slap on the wrist for his attitude.

Bosha on her side did not receive much scolding on her part; almost no one knew about this event apart from her and Princess Skara, who had been one of the people who stopped her from continuing to abuse the little prince.

Luz shook her head just thinking about how that was just one of the many incidents in which the princess of Fulgore would be involved, and she could remember. She shook her head again. "I don't want to think about everything she has done in these years," Light murmured.

Bosha watched her walk away with a sigh and a smile on her face. "How far did you get in such a short time, Noceda, and how much more do you plan to continue before falling?" she began to laugh.

"It's time to make preparations, Miss Bosha." An old voice behind her called, "Or business, if you prefer to call it that way." Belos suggested the change in her name.

Both seem fine to me, warlord, although I prefer the term business, which is more elegant and formal if it doesn't bother you too much. The pink-haired woman pointed with a smile, and the old barbarian smiled back.

Not at all, Miss Bosha; we are grateful for your visit to our humble settlements; not many dare to enter the land of barbarians. The old man's voice cackled with a smile full of malice: "Most of their current kings celebrate peace summits while its inhabitants starve in its streets; they suck and fatten at the expense of their people; they snatch the child from its mother to sacrifice them in meaningless battles; and I'm supposed to be the bad guy for offering my power to the helpless, creating riots, and destroying kingdoms to ashes.

Bosha began to laugh at the speech that the old war dog was telling: Ha ha ha ha ha ha! *sigh* I may be young, but even I know that a good king does not breed good heirs and that a road paved only in love will be destined to a bitter end." Bosha's eyes wandered into the distance. In the figure of the young woman with whom they practiced with a wooden sword, Luz's warrior spirit still burned with each thrust of her sword against that of her rival on duty.

Hundreds of barbarians had gathered around a corral, improvising it as a small dueling arena with the sole objective of testing their mettle against the girl knight. Many tried, but Luz was on a winning streak that did not stop growing with each fool that ended up at the other end of his sword.

It seems that your future niece has many feelings saved. Bosha looked at her carefully as her breathing quickened and her gaze burned. Luz was not taken; she refused to rest for a moment. It seems that someone needs a visit from the heart doctor and a long talk.

Luz continued to fight with each challenger that appeared, but her movements became increasingly lethargic and erratic. The confidence of her rivals began to increase when they saw her so vulnerable. "Hibralt's dog dies! one of them shouted, pounced with her sword on her, going with everything to kill.

Luz closed her eyes to mitigate and prepare for the impact; hopefully her blow would really finish her off. Ahgg! A grunt of pain was heard from the man in her place; the figure of someone was in front of her. Luz narrowed her eyes, trying to discern who had saved her.

As pessimistic as ever, Noceda. Can't you have a bad day without trying to resort to contraception? Typical of you, Noceda, your heart is as broken as your finances were in your days as a girl. Her voice reproached him. Luz slowly began to distinguish her shape.

You should have let me die, Bosha. Luz growled fatigued on the grass; the merchant just rolled his eyes and dragged her out of the fold. "You can do it when I collect my fees as a wedding planner and catch the bouquet; until then, I'll keep you alive.

Luz sighed, exhausted, slowly sinking into unconsciousness.

"Wake up, brown sugar." Luz felt how her body was brought back from sleep; her eyes opened heavily; the watchful gaze of her future husband ran over her body, covered by small bruises from her previous fight. "Streets of luck," they called.

- Hey! Watch out! I'm sensitive, and Hnggg! She yelled as she felt Hunter's calloused hand run over her body, "Don't move!" The man ordered her firmly, but Luz couldn't help it, shuddering every time the cold ointment was applied to her body.

- Hunter! Be more gentle; you're dealing with a lady here. Luz clenched her teeth to keep from moaning. It was only a little while before he finished applying the ointment to his body. "Stupid and beefy blonde, end my suffering once and for all." Luz finally let out one when he arrived at his legs. Hnggg! You finished?

Hunter murmured and started to leave the room, but Luz took him by the hand and pulled him back. No, that's right, you can't just leave me like a wet rag; come here and sit down." "La girl, I point at him.

Hunter hesitated for a moment about whether he should accept the girl's request, but Luz's almost pleading eyes made him sit up reluctantly. Luz approached him and laid her head on the blonde's legs. Their eyes met while Luz guided the boy's hand through his body. He wanted to retract it, but she didn't allow him to. "Let me guide you," she whispered, and I took his hand more firmly, starting the tour.

Hunter felt something in her fingertips, the girl's small lips, her playful nibbling on her fingers, the scars on her torso, and the firmness of her abdomen that he hadn't appreciated before. Can we stop for a moment? Hunter asked with a really timid tone; his face had turned a strong shade of red. Luz looked at him carefully, feeling the heat emit from the boy's face. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the extroverted man tremble like jelly.

Don't you want to go further down? Luz straightened up and whispered in her ear, "Please." Hunter's face heated up even more. "Oh sh*t, I fried his brain," she thought for a moment. He began to nod to the sides.

"I'll go get some water; don't move," she asked him, but she stopped him when she tried to get away from her and sat on her lap. "Wait, Hunter!" With the forceful pull of her pants, Luz felt how the cloth brushed her crotch; her whole body shuddered from the stimulus, and her mind went blank for a few seconds.

Luz realized her mistake too late when she provoked the boy. She wasn't ready for this; she wasn't ready for someone as inexperienced as Hunter was. "I need to get him out of the trance I put him in or I'll end up very badly," she told herself. With a grunt herself, mustering all the strength she could muster, she pushed him, or rather, she pushed herself as far as she could from him.

Luz had managed to create some distance between the two; her hands were extended and open in Hunter's direction. "Hunter, if you plan to do this first, we need to take things easy; it's clear that you're still a bit green in all this." Her look was fixed while I was talking to try to calm him down. "You can't be so rough with a Hunter girl; we are delicate and deserve some kindness (at least at first)." She took a step towards him with her arms open.

Hunter blinked at Luz's gesture. "Sorry about that," the boy finally said. Her mind was beginning to clear up after the small talk. Luz sighed in relief at this and approached him, placing her hand on Luz's chest.

The blond felt how he was pushed back. Sitting down on his bed, he could see her approaching him, sitting on his lap. "Let me guide you one more time, he whispered with his breath ragged. "This time, follow my rhythm and let me show you how to do it. do this. Luz took her hand and guided it through her body. Small shocks shook her with every inch of her body as Hunter's hand ran through the fabric, stopping at her chest. Luz felt how she convulsed again, letting out a little moan.

The boy's hand awkwardly and shyly massaged the girl's chest. Luz found this act strangely touching; the blonde's personality inverted when touching her. "Let me help you a little." Luz lifted her nightgown, exposing her body to the boy. Hunter nervously wanted to take his gaze away from her, but Luz did not allow it. Taking her head, he plunged it into her bust. She again felt her body shudder at the boy's breath on her exposed skin and the sensation of something rising from where she was.

I think you're ready. Luz removed the boy's face from her chest, stood in front of him, got rid of the rest of her clothes, and posed for him. Hunter was stunned by the sight that Luz gave him—the same one that he didn't admire on their first night together.

"We can get on with this hunt; I'm cold, and I don't want to be the only one showing the merchandise." Luz interrupted her train of thought, her hand still covering the most private part of her from the blond's view. He stuttered and began to remove his shirt when the light stopped him. "Wait!" the light said. "Slow it down."

The blond was stunned by Luz's request, but he agreed and undressed slowly, letting Luz enjoy the improvised show. A small trickle of saliva formed over her mouth when she reached the boy's last item of clothing, but Luz couldn't contain herself any longer. and she pounced on him, letting herself be carried away by her desires. She kissed her future husband and guided his hands to her waist to begin the final act.

This might not be their first night together, but Luz would do her best to make the student learn as well as possible. They were both slowly letting themselves be carried away by the lust that invaded them. Luz felt how the blond's confidence grew with each second; he became more daring while his hands explored every corner of the girl's body within reach, and she tried not to be left behind by doing what she wanted. herself for him, until Luz felt herself being lifted up by Hunter, ready to end this.

-Wait hunter! -Luz wanted to say something before she did, but her entire being felt like an enormous electric shock ran through her from head to toe; the pulsating member of the blond was making its way through her entrails. Hunter, you're an idiot; you got the wrong hole. She grunted between small moans; he took it out a little embarrassed. Luz wanted to say something, but the boy's face was impeded. "You got carried away, Noceda again," she reproached herself.

Let me give you a hand. She indicated taking it and guiding it where it should go. "Hnggg!" A wave of pleasure filled her, and she began to take in the rhythm of things. Both spent the whole night until they were exhausted.

The next morning

Luz woke up like the day before, but there was a difference with this one: her whole body was more relaxed, and she felt lighter than ever. "Nothing can go wrong today," Luz sighed.

His whore of hers! This girl had sex! Luz clenched her teeth to avoid screaming at that moment, and Bosha appeared behind her with a mischievous smile. Wow, Noceda, who would have thought so? It seems that someone had seven minutes of her in Valhalla! He! Noceda, the girl, insisted without stopping smiling.

"Go to hell, Bosha; my private life is not your business." Luz answered her, feeling her spirits drop by the second, but the cherry-haired girl hadn't finished yet.

"It's okay, Noceda, I won't insist on this anymore; just answer me a little thing." Bosha's gaze looked at the store where Luz had come from. Between the two of them, who was better the first time?

I don't know what you're talking about, Bosha. Luz feigned ignorance at what the girl was saying. Bosha smiled and took her by the chin. "Let me refresh your memory." Noceda, two summers ago, during the second week on the Radea plains, you were supporting the kingdom of Alvain with a huge bandit problem. The sweat on Luz's forehead began to accrue.

Bosha was enjoying the moment. "The night before going back to Hibralt there was a big celebration, with a lot of food and wine; nobody lacked drinks that night, and here comes the interesting thing, Noceda," the girl began to emphasize. "That same night a guard reported a lot of noise coming from the rooms where Hibralt's soldiers were staying and the figure of someone with a masculine appearance leaving one of the rooms, but the thing is that the next morning everyone was up early except for their captain. So, which of the two was correct?

Hunter, and that's it; we won't talk about it anymore. Luz cut him off and left as fast as he could, without looking forward. He ended up colliding with some people, and they all reacted the same as Bosha; he really needed to clean himself up. La Bosha saw her walk away smiling, and she knew who the other one was, but she couldn't help but bother Luz and record her every reaction in her memory. "Too bad Luz didn't get to finish the Blight buffet, and she stopped before the wine and vinegar," Bosha sighed, shaking her head and going back to her own business.

Running back to her tent, she evaded Bosha and entered her small tent, sponging her body as fast as she could as she tried not to explode at the compliments Hunter hurled at her from time to time. when. "You are beautiful. I am so lucky. Even your scars are a part of your beauty." The occasional compliment made her tremble on her knees.

Luz didn't understand how she survived without dying of shame behind her, but she did, and that was enough for her; there was only one thing left to do. On the outskirts, people had already finished packing their things to start the return trip from the barbarians to Bretonnia and Cedric's forests. "I guess it's about time," she sighed with some sadness.

-Hey Luz Bosha's annoying voice called her attention. What do you want now?

She laughed: "Just to wish you a good trip and to see if you didn't have any desire for, I don't know." Send a letter to a certain special girl. (I emphasize this last Bosha.) In her hand was a small piece of paper and a pencil. Luz's gaze was lost for a moment while her trembling hands were hesitating to take the paper and pencil.

"Give me a moment," she asked, taking the paper and hastily writing something on it before handing it over. She squeezed it when Bosha tried to take it, and she looked firmly at Bosha. "I can trust you," she said, looking into her eyes.

For my honor as a merchant, I will do my best to get this letter to its addressee. However, I can't promise an answer from her," she replied with a hand over her heart. Luz finally released her letter and let Bosha leave in the opposite direction that she would go.

Luz sighed with fatigue and walked to the rest of the group, riding in the carriage along with Hunter and other barbarians, thus beginning the long journey back to the land that saw the birth of the hordes of barbarians and Hunter.

Two weeks later,

Amity woke up between the sheets of the room that Skara had lent her in her vacation castle. Some time had passed since she had arrived at the place. Already forming a morning routine, she walked to her dressing table like a day in that place, but today there was something different: the sun's rays illuminated a particular part of the furniture. Is this a sign? Or am I losing my mind after all this time?

A laugh escaped from her lips as she got closer and closer to the furniture. "What is this? She finally noticed the letter. Curious about it, she ripped off its protection and took out the letter to read it. A shiver ran down her back, and a rage began to accumulate inside her.

Princess Skara was on her way to pick up her new future sister when she heard a scream in the distance. Dismayed, she ran to the source of the noise but found the door locked, screaming for help. Willow ran to her aid and broke down the door. "Amity! shouted the princess. The purple-haired girl was on the ground motionless with a piece of paper in her hands.

Skara could only partially read the text, but it was enough to make her shiver.

"I'm fine, do not worry"... "please go on without me" "be happy"... "goodbye, my princess lives for the two of us"... "I can't come back from this" "Goodbye forever, don't look for me" . . . . . . "With love once upon a time, yours truly, Luz Noceda, no longer your knight"—the mark of tears stained the paper, damaging the message and running the ink of the pencil, but the message was clear.

Luz Noceda was alive, and Amity now knew it.