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Taking in a courageous breath, Naila straightened her spine and narrowed her pretty eyes. They were never my sisters, sir . They were simply my friends, nay, one was my friend. She would have brought up the fact that Kosan had hordes of women on his ship, but, they had been overtaken by pirates. A bad sign. I am not treasonable, my lord. Naila spoke carefully, twisting her hands in front of her now clothed body. What was so treacherous about her, what gave off the aura that she was a bad person? I am just trying to travel home, you must understand. These women do not have homes any longer. Their parents had disowned them when they became whores to earn money. One told me. She promised. Locking eyes with the shorter fellow, Naila murmured Myfamilythey do not believe this is the life I have chosen. The next moment was truly frightening there was a sharp blade beneath her chin, fixing her eyes upward. She sucked in her breath, as to make sure her throat was not cut by accident. I am not treacherous! Naila spoke, exasperated, her shoulders sinking. It would just be her duty to show these men that she was someone to trust. Letting out a breath finally, Naila tucked a knotted lock of hair behind her ear, abandoning the idea of fixing her appearance. The pirates have probably seen worse, and she was sure there would not be a chance for her to bathe. Maybe her womanly scent would override the stench of piss and shit. Naila nodded, hooking her arms over her torso, holding tightly to the opposite forearm. As the boys left the room, she gave it a quick glance, thinking of the worse things that could have happened if the pirates had not commandeered their ship. You are not merciful, my lord? Then what is this? The small group had reached the top of the barge, where the rain was washing away the blood, bodies spread around like new decoration. You are being merciful right as we speak. Naila was careful to not give the male the chance to leave her behind and slipped onto his ship which was tied off to the barge. You are allowing me to travel with your crew you did not rape or maim me when you had the chance. Thats called mercy, lord . Men bordered the perimeter of the ship, some squaring away the items they had taken from the barge, others wiping sweat from their brows. They were all eyeing her, both obviously and not, whistling and speaking low under their breath. Ye brought a wench wit you? A grimy, portly man called out, missing a front tooth and wearing pants that barely covered his stomach. Someone for ye to fuck a nigh or is she free fo us? He stood up and leaned against the railing near him, and instantly Naila felt like she needed more clothing to cover herself. Though a majority of these men had gotten their fill from the women on board, they were watching her like hawks. Some licked their lips others made lazy pelvic thrusts in the air. She turned and looked at the two men for support or protection. ---- It amazed him that Samosa had done as he requested she had made her way over to the bed. He shifted roughly, wiggling his body around until he was leaning on his good elbow, body angled to watch her. Pala, Troen repeated, testing the word on his tongue. He had never heard of it before, which was hard to believe because he was supposed to be knowledgeable on the entire world. The word sounded weird, almost as exotic as a place where Samosa should be from. How do you figure we are to become comfortable around each other if you do not indulge me in your life? Troen questioned, sighing before plopping onto his back. He didnt understand why Samosa had to be so fucking difficult. She was like a stallion that refused to be tamed. I will tell you about my life. Give you a few ideas on whom you are marrying. Raking his strong hand through his hair, the black locks flopped over his forehead and he stared at the ceiling. My brother, Tapio, was nearly three years older than me. He never wanted to be the king when we were growing up, which makes it nearly coincidental that he is no longer king. See, Tapio wished to be a ranger, he wanted to be in the forest as much as he could, hunting, living off what he could find. He became king because he was the eldest, though the Lord knows I would have preferred the title more than he. Shrugging, Troen struggled onto his side once more and gave a faint smile to Samosa. It seems to be that fate does dictate correctly in some instances. Their eyes locked for several seconds before he dropped his gaze to her darkened shoulder. Perhaps tomorrow we shall do what you choose, my love. I would love to find out what pleases you. In the opposite corner, the fire that had blazed earlier was now dying down to embers, creating an orange glow on Samosas side of the bed. We could go riding or take a walk in the market. Shrugging, Troen leaned forward a few inches and pressed his lips to her shoulder, his eyelashes kissing her jaw. Goodnight, my love. Sinking down to his back, he leaned on his other side, cradling his slung arm against his stomach. He figured that giving Samosa a chance to get comfortable around him would allow for their marriage to come that more smoothly. It would just take a while of convincing.