The Shadowed Princes
"I don't understand why I have to return the horses," Darcy grumped, while running a comb through her fox red hair. Her mutilated left ear showed for an instant before being covered as she tied her hair into a tail. The lower end of the earlobe had been bitten off in a tavern brawl when Darcy was sixteen. She carried a pair of axes in her belt with a cross-hilted broadsword hanging from her shoulder.
The night of the purge, Darcy had been sent on a reconnaissance of the manor grounds, and returned with every single horse she could steal from Claw's barns and stables, forcing Belgair's troops to fight on foot.
"They're Kynyr's horses now that Claw is dead." Finn reached out and brushed his fingers across his wife's cheek. Cahira Sinclair had completed the repairs on his right arm and the splints were gone. It hurt and throbbed if he used it too much; Cahira was a Mender, not a lifemage. The effort required to fix the extensive damage to Finn's body left Cahira exhausted; which meant that she had to take it a bit at a time allowing several days between each session to recover her strength and energies.
When Belgair Doherty, Captain of the Guards to Claw Redhand, turned traitor and launched a violent purge of the guards, Finn MacIver had been captured and tortured. Belgair's chastisemon, Damien Kildare, had broken his arms and legs, dislocated his hips and shoulders, and applied both a silver spiked whip and hot irons to him.
"They're his only if the thanes don't decide to hang him instead." Darcy's lips curled back; she doubled her fists and punched the wall.
Darcy was a battle-bitch; full of temper and savagery, except in the bedroom. Battle-bitches were rare, but not unheard of. Finn adored her, tantrums and all.
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I think you cracked it."
"My knuckles?"
"The wall." His eyes turned impish and his smile droll.
Darcy stood and examined the wall, finding not a mark upon it. "Oh, you wicked runagate, Finn MacIver."
"Afraid I won't be running at any gates soon." Finn indicated the splints on his legs.
"You know what I meant."
"Yeah."
"So I've got you trapped. You're at my mercy." Darcy leaned in and kissed her husband thoroughly.
"Always was. You just didn't know it."
"Ugly cubs do have more fun." She shoved her hand under his blankets; receiving a silly grin from Finn when she found the right spot to fondle.
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