Forsaken by K. R. Fajardo

Author:K. R. Fajardo [Fajardo, K. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 9

It was already late afternoon when Marko finally left the training arena and began making his way back to the castle. After spending the entire day working with his men, drilling them on the offensive and defensive capabilities each elemental possessed, and then squeezing in a few hours of weapons training, he was beyond exhausted. But despite the aching muscles, bruises, and dust that went along with the grueling work, Marko loved training days. Every week he looked forward to heading down into the arena, spending the day with his men and working off his frustrations. And here lately he had a lot to be frustrated about.

Every day he was being forced to deal with the issues that arose from having a mixture of races co-existing under the same roof. Between their constant bickering with one another over which of them was superior, to the daily meetings of the Council which he was expected to attend and listen to their petty squabbling, Marko was beginning to grow weary of the entire debacle. He yearned to return to the peaceful days of the castle, when everything worked as it was supposed to and the worst thing he had to concern himself with was a feud between the Wanderers and the locals living near the border. At least those rare events had afforded him the opportunity to get away from the castle and enjoy the fresh air of the country side. Now he just felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of pettiness and hate. There had been several moments in the last few days where it was all Marko could do not to go to his king in private and tell him what his father had told him about the events of that night. But each time that thought popped into his head, he would remember his promise to K and shove it back down into the recesses of his mind.

Then there was K. After the first meeting of the Council when Mallok dictated that she was not to have even a drop of blood, until she either confessed or she was weak enough that Cato could read her, it had become Marko’s job to check on her daily to evaluate her condition. In the beginning, the signs were so miniscule he would barely catch notice, like a slight waver in her normally statuesque posture or a fleeting grimace breaking through her stoic expression. But as the days turned into a week, and week turned into two, the signs became harder and harder to miss.

“How much longer do you think this will take?” He asked Mallok after his most recent appearance before the Council. “She is hurting terribly, my lord.” He had hoped when he reported to them that she was beginning to show signs of tremors and cold sweats that they would show some mercy and permit her to have a taste of something to take the edge off her suffering. So to say he was taken aback when the

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