Cowboys & Elves by Aron Lewes

Author:Aron Lewes [Lewes, Aron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, sweet fantasy romance, weird west romance, fantasy romance books
Publisher: Aron Lewes
Published: 2020-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

AS THE SELF-APPOINTED King of Erindale, Jo'Riel was a very busy man. He sat in the recesses of his favorite saloon, with his legs crossed and his eyes tired. One by one, his men approached his table to deliver a report on the day's events. Symon was at his side, as he often was. The silent wizard was the only bodyguard he needed, because the people of Erindale were terrified of him.

“We caught another runner,” one man reported as he approached Jo'Riel's table. “What should we do with him, sir?”

Few people were allowed into Erindale, and fewer were allowed to leave. Death was the only punishment for anyone who broke Jo'Riel's rules. “Who was trying to escape? Tell me,” the king demanded.

“It was a man named Thomas Brooks, sir. He owns Brooks' General Store.”

“And does Thomas Brooks have a wife? Children?” Jo'Riel asked.

“A wife and two children, sir.”

“Their ages, please. Tell me the children's ages.”

“I-I would have to ask for that information, sir. But I believe the girl is not quite ten, and the boy is a teenager.”

“Very well.” Jo'Riel's voice was cool and dispassionate as he delivered the family's sentence. “Gut the store. Take everything of value. When it's quite empty, burn it to the ground. Beat the wife in front of the husband, then hang him in the gallows. Spare the daughter... she's still a child. However, the boy is old enough to join my army, so force him into service.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jo'Riel smiled at the human's submissive response. Everyone in Erindale was scared of him, and with good reason. Most had seen friends and neighbors hanged, disemboweled and turned to ash as a result of his whims.

“Nothing gives me more pleasure than torturing humans, Symon,” Jo'Riel told his loyalest wizard. All of his casters were enslaved, but the others paused when he gave an order, as if something deep within them still rejected his commands. Symon never paused. It made him Jo'Riel's favorite by far. “Sticking my cock in nine willing virgins would be marginally less satisfying than bathing in human screams, and that is no exaggeration.”

Less than a minute later, another member of Jo'Riel's growing army arrived with a report. “Your Grace, we made contact with an informant who claims to know Alore's whereabouts. Should we send him in?”

“Is that a serious fucking question?” Jo'Riel roared. “Of course you should send him in! Why would you waste my time by asking such a foolish thing?”

“I'm sorry, Your Grace.” The man bowed as he apologized, then he excused himself before Jo'Riel could invent a punishment for him.

A moment later, the informant arrived. He was a small, skeletal man with sunken cheeks and a patchy beard.

Jo'Riel's eyes were bored and mirthless as he greeted the potential tipster. “So, you claim to know the whereabouts of my fiance?”

“I do. I was in Lee's Creek a couple'a days ago,” the man said. “I was in one of the saloons. I forget the name of the place... it was too much of a shithole for me to commit the name to memory, but.

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