The Prisoner and the Prey: Kaelen the Butcher
The sky over the Valerius Highlands never shone; it was always a cloak of lead, as heavy as the steel of Kaelen the Butcher's armor. He was a legend whispered to scare children, a warrior who served no kings, only his own brutal instincts. Elara felt the heat emanating from his body against her back, a terrifying contrast to the icy wind that cut through the valley. He had "rescued her" from her fiancé's convoy, but Elara knew this was not a rescue operation. It was a kidnapping. The saddle was too small for both of them. Each step of the black horse forced Elara's petite body against Kaelen's massive chest. She could feel his rigid muscles, as if they were made of stone, and the smell of leather, rain and something metallic — dried blood from whoever tried to stop him from taking her.
About The Prisoner and the Prey: Kaelen the Butcher
The sky over the Valerius Highlands never shone; it was always a cloak of lead, as heavy as the steel of Kaelen the Butcher's armor. He was a legend whispered to scare children, a warrior who served no kings, only his own brutal instincts. Elara felt the heat emanating from his body against her back, a terrifying contrast to the icy wind that cu...Read more