Everliving Kings (the Heroes of Darkness Saga) Read Free Page B

re-live my death in heightened detail with no way to escape it. Each night I am reminded of the pain of my uncle’s attack, tearing at my throat like a thousand bee stings at once, only to awake in pain and hunger once more. This is what I suffer each day, each moment. This is what I have dealt with tearing at my mind and body, this struggle with madness Brother Tuck. Given such an existence over millions of days, would you not also question the effectiveness of praying for help?”
                  Brother James stared at the girl with no words or prayers of comfort for so shocking a tale. His mind raced to comprehend the tragedy and suffering this once innocent young girl had endured over a time period he could not even begin to fathom.
                  “My lady,” he said at last, passed tear filled eyes. “I shall meditate and pray for you that the almighty Lord will send you a cure for this affliction.”
                  As he turned away to make peace with his thoughts, Anya grabbed the cuff of his robe.
                  “Tuck.” She said with no hint of a mocking tone in her voice. “Thank you.” And she smiled her fang filled smile at him. No sarcasm or snide remark intended just an honest genuine smile. “Just one more thing before you go, could you tell me at least where I am?”
                  The monk returned her smile in kind saying “The Kings road castle in Nottinghamshire my lady.”
                  Anya nodded in thanks and watched the priest disappear up the stone steps in search of God.
                  “Nottinghamshire.” She thought to herself, “How quaint.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    2
    Nottinghamshire England
    1191 A.D.
     
    Severa l hours after the Vampire named Anya had drunk her fill on a pallbearer, she heard the rumble of wooden wagon wheels roll into the keep’s courtyard.
    The lone occupant of the carriage made his way passed the armor clanking salute of the castle guards and into the main entrance of the keep’s great hall. The fine cut of his embroidered garments and the quality of his high leather boots, gave away his station to any that may see him.
    “Welcome home milord.” A shriveled woman in a plain dress trilled with a bow as he entered the hall.
    “Thank you Jingrid my blossom! It is good to be home! ” he said as he kissed the old woman’s hand with a flourish. “I need you to get the kitchen staff to working, I am simply famished.”
    The woman gave him a slight curtsy and said, “I know you’re Grace, that is why I have kept them cooking all day. Go and sit yourself at the table and I will have your meal brought to you at once milord Sheriff.”
    The nobleman’s face lit up with a smile,                         “That my dear is why you are my favorite person in the world, you never disappoint me. Speaking of disappointing where is Sir Guy? I have a little task for him.”
    The house matron pointed back towards the main entrance doors as a young blonde haired n obleman rushed into the great hall.
    “Ah! My Lord High Sheriff!” he said with a hasty bow. “We thought you would be returning on the morrow!”
    The Sheriff looked to the house matron with a smile as he watched her roll her eyes in disgust. “Yes, well I left early; most of the King Regent’s court will stay just where they dropped for at least another full day or so.”
    Not quite understanding the joke Sir Guy asked, “So the King Regent is well then?”
    The Sheriff shook his head in astonishment, “Drunk Gisbon, Prince John and his many friends are drunk. So if inebriated is your idea of well then yes, the Regent is quite well. I however prefer to remember where I went to sleep and with whom. If Prince John keeps spending the crown on whores and golden chamber pots then the country will be bankrupt in five years, less than that if he keeps drinking and