Reina was an only child, and only grandchild to the king of a mountain clan of warriors called Kinloch. Being a girl and future heir, her grandfather doted on her but her father was harder on her than anyone else. The beatings started when she was eight years old. These beatings happened sporadically in order to toughen up the child but truth be told her father hated her. He enjoyed hurting her. Maybe because he resented her birth. He never wanted children. Eirik Kinloch was a cruel man but he was her father. She didn’t feel she had any other choice but a few times she did defy him. The first time was when she was ten years old. He had a temper that sometimes extended to the other children. During one of the training sessions, a boy named Brennan dropped his wooden sword when he tripped over a small rock. The same age as Reina, he knew Eirik would beat him but what he didn’t expect was Reina stepping between them.
Eirik was in a particularly foul mood that morning and everyone knew it. All of the children were tense and on edge because they knew one wrong move or mistake could earn them several lashes. He had his whip in hand and his steely blue eyes were ice cold as his gaze locked onto Brennan. The burly man stomped over to the young boy but before he could raise his whip, Reina stepped in front of him with her small steel sword in her hand, raised to her father. “I’m ready to show you how much I’ve learned father.” Eirik stopped short before attempting to dismiss her and focus his attention back to Brennan but Reina blocked his view, pointing her sword at her father’s abdomen.
Now, the father’s attention was focused on his daughter. He was angry and she knew it but she was used to his abuse by now. So, he turned his attention to his young daughter, seeing the defiance in her face, reached to snatch the sword out of her hands but she was too quick. She twirled it around to avoid his grasp then rolled sideways to evade his reach. She stood up quickly and smile wickedly at him, waiting for him to take the bait. He did just that and pulled out his sword. “Alright child, when I beat you, you’ll get the whip then I’ll whip your friend twice just to pay for your insolence.” Reina just smiles. This makes her more determined to win and after a few rounds with her father, she knocks the sword out of his hand, kicks him in the shin, knocking him down then points her sword directly under his chin pressing down just enough for him to feel it.
After that, she and Brennan became best friends. They would practice together down by the creek. She would teach him how to fight with a sword and he introduced her to the bow and arrow. By the time they were 19 years old, the two were fighting side by side and had fallen in love. Reina had grown into a beautiful and vibrant young woman who could cut a man in half with her newest sword she called Red Rage. Brennan had grown into a very handsome young man with brown wavy hair that sat upon his shoulders and big hazel eyes. Tall and thin with broad shoulders and strong arms, he was among several wanted young men in the village for marriage to some of the young women who were ready to settle down.
Everyone knew that Brennan only had eyes for one woman and she only wanted him. No other young man could get close to her. She wouldn’t allow it. However, she was not ready to marry. Most young women her age were already married and having babies but Reina had bigger plans. She was a part of a small group of women who fought alongside their male counterparts when they went to conquer new lands. She loved the thrill of the battle as much as she loved Brennan but she knew that once she married she would have to give that up. She wasn’t ready to.
Part of her job wasn’t just fighting though. She often went scouting with Brennan in search of land. A group of scouts were sent ahead to look for new places to settle and they would sometimes pair off to cover more ground. It was during one of these searches that sparked a new desire in Reina. Brennan always wore his long brown hooded leather coat but something about that hood and the way it covered his face just enough that she could only see his mouth. Something about those lips made her want to taste them.
Before she realized what she was doing, her eyes had wandered to take in the rest of his body. She observed the way his coat lay open just enough to expose his strong chest through his white tunic. She noticed how the rope that kept his tunic fitted to him sat nicely around his waist. Then her eyes wandered further and her thoughts began to imagine what was under those pants…
She is snapped out of her head by the snapping of Brennan’s fingers in her face. “Hello! Reina!” She looks up at him and realizes that she was somewhere else. “What?” Brennan looks at her puzzled. “You’ve been staring at me then you started smiling. Where did you go just now?” The thought that he caught her staring at him was bad enough but she didn’t know she was smiling. She quickly said, “No where. I was nowhere but now I am going somewhere. I’m going to go check… over there.” She points her sword in a random direction and walks away from Brennan. She can’t believe where her thoughts just took her and she is angry at herself for letting him catch her staring at him.
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