For the past couple months, I’ve been posting excerpts of a novella series based on fairy tales. MC Nyah’s sister Payton has been taken hostage by an army of barbarians outside their village. Last week the village council refused to do anything to get her back, so Nyah decided to take matters into her own hands. In this scene, she’s walked into the camp and demanded to see their leader, Brandulfr. To her surprise, she was led right to him.
“Dolan,” Brandulfr called, and the tall man who’d led me to the leader entered the tent.
“Did you let this girl in here?”
“Aye, she asked to see you.”
“I’m busy,” Brandulf said, gesturing at the maps spread on the table in front of him, “and as flattering as it is, I can’t be interrupted by every girl who wants to be the camp whore. Please, escort her back to the village.”
Camp whore? If this barbarian thought I would let him touch me, after what he’d done to my sister…. I marched over and slapped him across the face. “I am not a whore; I’m here to demand the release of my sister.”
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