The Princess Knight by G. A. Aiken

Author:G. A. Aiken [Aiken, G. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781496721273
Google: j7TSDwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2020-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

The first day of travel and already Balla was annoyed by . . . well . . . everyone. Absolutely everyone. The witches. The priests. The divine assassins. And that truce vicar. She wanted to stab him in the throat if only to shut him the fuck up. Goddess, the price she paid for her powers. She didn’t mind keeping her virginity. For her, sex wasn’t really that big a loss. Men in general annoyed her and she found offensive the way many of them insisted on waving their cocks around. But being forced to leave her precious temple, where she’d been in complete control for the last decade, to travel not only with whorish witches; overbearing priests; dangerous assassins; a disgusting, foul-mouthed war monk; and a never quiet truce vicar was her goddess asking entirely too much of her.

All she could hope was that they arrived at Queen Keeley’s castle sooner rather than later. Balla longed for a bath and a few minutes of silence.

The centaur, who traveled with a horse he did not ride, suddenly stopped, his head moving one way then another, before galloping off; the war monk chased after him. Balla was more than happy to let them go but everyone else went after them so she felt she had to as well. Of course, Priska waited for her to make the decision for both of them as she should.

She followed the others and ended up at a ledge that overlooked a drop of at least sixty feet. The others had dismounted from their animals and were staring down at something, so Balla also dismounted and went to the edge to see what they were looking at.

It was a fairly large company of soldiers surrounding a woman. It seemed an excessive number of soldiers to guard one lone woman or one lone man until she noticed the soldiers’ colors. Cyrus’s green and gray.

“All that for one woman?” the centaur asked.

“A nun,” the war monk pointed out.

“One for you to pick up?”

“No. There were no nuns on the list.”

“Excellent,” Balla said. “Then we should be off.”

She turned to go but when she had nearly reached her horse she realized she was walking alone. With a sigh, she faced the others. “Do we really have time for this? She’s just a nun. Don’t you agree, War Monk? Don’t we need to go?”

The monk looked at the centaur and together, the pair began to walk toward Balla. But when they drew near her, they pulled their swords, turned, and charged toward the ledge. When they reached the edge, they both jumped.

Balla stomped her foot. “This is why I hate war monks!” she bellowed.

* * *

Gemma landed hard on the back of a soldier, slamming her blade into his spine and using his body to break her landing. When he hit the ground, she rolled off him, dragging her sword out of his back at the same time, and got to her feet.

She quickly moved until she was on the nun’s left and Quinn was on her right.

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