At Falcons’ quarters
Ayan’s POV
“Aaaah……faster….Falcon…” I plead
“No…..hold it” he replies slowly thrusting into me,lazily and all I can do is moan and whimper, holding him tighter against my body. He is above me with his magnificent sculptured body,our bodies slicked with sweat, moving together, his lips kissing my neck…..
“Hold on,I want you to ride me” he says with a growl twisting and turning lying down on his back putting me above me and getting me hot and worked up….
A few minutes later, am cuddling with Falcon, he keeps slowly kissing me.
“Ayan,there is an event I have to attend in Ramah,our neighbouring kingdom, I leave tomorrow” he says
I sit up with excitement,my eyes shinning and I feel a tug in my heart.
I don’t know why my heart always beats faster when I think of Ramah. I’ve never even been there. I don’t know where I come from. No one knows.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Ramah” I reply
“Well,thank the almighty because you are my consort and you are supposed to be my side,so am taking you”
“Really?” I ask dying of excitement
“Na’am, insha Allah” (yes,God willing) ” he replies
I jump and hug him tightly but I can’t stop feeling that something big is coming.
The next day…..
Falcon’s POV
“Is everything ready?” I ask the people grooming the horses
“Yes,sire” they reply
“Shukran(thank you) i say
“Let’s go,Ayan (tueal iilaa huna)come here” i say
We mount the horses and everyone is treating my Ayan with such respect that I can’t help but laugh at him when he stutters.who knew the great Prince of Jalen,could fall in love! Much less with a slave! Who knew a slave could become a consort! I’ve never heard it anywhere. But I adore my Ayan. He is chained to my heart.
We are out of the capital by now, we are now entering the desert,this stretch is particularly difficult, its full of robbers and rebels. I hold out my hand to halt the line. I get down my horse.
“I want everyone on alert,this place is rough,get into arrow formation, me at the front, the rest of you flunking me on both sides” I tell my guard of fifty.
“Protect my consort with your life,he is my heart” I tell my personal bodyguard.
“Yes,sire,with my life” he vows
I mount my horse and we continue, but the place is suspiciously quiet.
We ride on and its slowly getting dark. No stars out today. I turn and look at my consort, he meets my eyes and smiles at me. I ride next to him and for a moment, I hold his palm and kiss it.
Suddenly……….,
There is a great commotion and explosion,the horses get terrified and start going wild,there is a lot of confusion, my soldiers are trying to calm down the horses,
Black robed gunmen swing out of nowhere in the confusion and start shooting at us,others get out their swords. My men are fierce, they fight back with all they have got. But where is Ayan! I can’t see him anywhere! I try looking around but I can’t see him.
My heart starts beating less,where could he be? He doesn’t know a thing about war! I can’t loose my consort!
The attackers realise they are loosing out,my men are brave and loyal, their duty is to protect and it is an honour that they serve me.
“I want some captives” I shout
The last of the attackers who are not injured or dead are bundled up for later questioning.
“Search for my consort” I say
They look around for a while till the captain comes to me with a horrified look on his face,
“Sire…….I don’t know how to say this” he starts
My heart gives a weak start and I feel excruciating pain like my spine is being torn out of body. ‘My Ayan,(ii yhra)my temptation“
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