The Prophecy of the Sholdragen Witches: A Witches and Werewolves Fantasy Romance (Sacred Isle Wolves Book 1) by Natasha White

Author:Natasha White [White, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty: Isolde

It was so liberating being a boy.

She could go wherever she pleased, talk to whoever she pleased. No one looked at her twice. No one expected anything from her. Bar another good performance in the Melée of course, the unknown Idris had made quite the first impression, but she could handle that.

Or so she hoped.

Isolde knew that this new-found liberation was as much to do with geography as appearances. Here in Mersia, she was free of her mother’s tyranny. And although she missed the green, lush landscapes of Ullia, the absence of so much poisonous negativity was like feeling the warm rays of morning sunlight after a long dark night alone.

If only she could live here all the time.

Isolde straightened her shoulders inside her thin, frayed tunic and held out her bowl for her morning allocation of porridge. The competitors were well looked after here in the grounds of Mersia Manor. She smiled her thanks and dared a quick glance up at the mullioned windows of the house. Somewhere inside those thick stone walls, was Erik.

She would see him later. She had no doubt. In fact, she might go and look for him straight after breakfast. His company was a tonic. And she needed to make the most of it.

She was here on borrowed time. It was surely a matter of days before her mother sent out scouts to find her. Or, worse, before the happy atmosphere in Mersia was replaced by the violence and bloodshed of the Druer invasion.

The porridge was lumpy, but Isolde didn’t mind. She enjoyed the easy banter of the other competitors as they sat together at long, wooden trestle tables which had been set out in the manor grounds. She enjoyed the sunshine on the back of her neck and the wonderful liberty of her anonymity.

Lumpy porridge was a small price to pay.

She finished her breakfast, stretched, yawned and wandered over to the competitors’ noticeboard, where details of forthcoming rounds and practice fights were pinned every morning. The Melée would begin in earnest tomorrow. Isolde felt a flutter of excitement deep in her stomach. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for.

She stood on tiptoe to read the details. So many competitors, their names blurred before her, but finally she located hers. Or rather, the name of Idris.

His first proper fight was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. He would face Sir Ferdinand.

The name was unfamiliar. Isolde turned quickly to scan the warriors who were finishing their breakfast and cleaning their weapons on the green beside her. After many hours eating, sleeping and training amongst them, they were all becoming familiar to her.

But she hadn’t come across a Ferdinand.

No matter. She would face him when the time came. She couldn’t back out now.

Maybe Erik could tell her more about him?

She spun on her heels once more and strode towards the manor, not for the first time, wishing she could use her magic. The simplest charm could help her locate Erik in seconds. Without it, she could be wandering for hours.

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