The King's Raven by Kristen Cobb

Author:Kristen Cobb [Cobb, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-14T22:00:00+00:00

Conri groaned as Conor landed a blow to his side with the wooden sword. He could not even remember the last time that happened.

“I find it difficult to believe Nessa would fall in love with such a horrible swordsman.” Conor grinned as he swung wide again, trying to get away with the same move twice.

Fortunately he was ready, easily blocking Conor’s blow this time. A large man, the power behind the sword in Conor’s hand could do some damage, even a wooden one. His side would be black and blue by tonight. Conri imagined Nessa touching his side and seeing him wince in pain. She would then demand to know what was wrong. His mind began conjuring an image of Nessa raising his tunic to check for damage, being concerned that he had been hurt. While he was daydreaming Conor almost landed a blow to his shoulder, forced to try and block the blow from below because he did not see it coming in time to step out the way.

Conor stuck the point of his sword in the dirt, leaning on the hilt with one hand. “You cannot possibly be this bad.”

In his defense Conor actually was an excellent swordsman and he had other things on his mind. Like what to do about the woman who spent last night in his arms. It was the best night’s sleep of his entire life. Although they slept outside he’d been warm and comfortable under the blanket with Nessa curled up against him. He could imagine being out on campaign with her. There were very few women willing to share that kind of life.

He wanted her beside him, not temporarily, permanently. That particular realization should be causing any number of emotions other than what he was feeling, happiness. Asking Nessa to be his wife just felt right. There were some problems to work through, his immortality, her loyalty to Dermot, Nessa declaring she would eventually betray him. In the end none of it really mattered. She belonged with him.

Conri raised his wooden sword, a smile on his face, confident he could be more focused now. A certain peace came with making a major life decision, all of the agonizing emotional turmoil settled in an instant.

“You look exceedingly happy for a man who just got beat so soundly.” Conor grinned while swinging his sword backhanded.

Conri blocked the blow then spun around swinging at Conor’s legs, ignoring the goading statement.

Conor slammed his sword down hard, just barely managing to avoid the hit. “That smile would not have anything to do with Nessa by any chance?”

Conri ignored the question, forcing thoughts of Nessa out of his mind. This time he would not be distracted. Conri pushed Conor’s sword up and away, trying to lock hilts in the process and knock his opponent’s weapon away.

Conor tried to fit two hands on the hilt of his sword to hold on. The second hand ended up on the pommel at the end of the hilt, his grasp on the weapon less than secure.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.