Sitting down on the bed, Ultrina considered the room as it currently stood. She had stirred up the little dust there was looking for something but in all honesty, she wasn’t entirely sure of what she was looking for. She needed to get to know the Princess, whose name she hadn’t even been able to …
The next morning, Mongen showed up at Ultrina’s door wearing a tunic and sash over his breeches, the only true sign the soldier was indeed home. He still carried with him his sword, which dwarfed everything Ultrina carried; however, she had not reason to worry over him at that moment. They were simply going to …
Renate. In her younger years, Ultrina had once considered coming to stay there in the heart of the empire, in the world of those who had it all. However, that had been a long time ago and many experiences since had taught her she wanted nothing to do with those who called Renate home. Now, …
Ultrina opened her eyes to a far away and perhaps not even mortal plane sound. Something wailed in anger. Ultrina closed her eyes again, bringing her bound hands to her face. What was wailing, she didn’t know, but she had an inkling. It most likely had something to do with that hurt child. Of course …
The chains chafed, as Ultrina expected they would, leaving behind scraped sore spots near her wrists. Of course, she didn’t dare ask for them to be removed. Mongen, as her captor, would hardly be interested in letting her roam free again considering what had last been done. The resurrected great cat had to be put …