Wanted Man
Category: Stories
Current mood:  adventurous

Deadly, this little secret of ours. A secret that started so innocently, so free of restraint that it caught us by surprise and left us hiding our courtship from even his majesty. Kraven Hilde was his name, a grumble of a man who towered above all others and was chosen by the king as the newest chamber guard. His stoic and silent nature made him excellent to watch the kings favorite consort from afar, after all, the king had made far to many enemies who would enjoy collecting her. Kraven had come from a neighbouring kingdom, his long hair decorated with coils of gold that counted up his wins. The distinguishing of his form being the dark purple of his aura that followed him like an extra guard, it lingered around his form warding of any potential airs of testing.

The courtesan Yuma Lin on the other hand was a difficult woman, short, rambunctious, foul-mouthed, foul-mouthed for good reason. Every way she carried herself, everything she did was a giant 'f*** off' signal towards the king. After all he had just kidnapped and imprisoned her in the kingdom she resented. It was only 5 years prior that the Kin has starved her village and turned a blind eye to the pillaging his men had set loose. So, the very idea of his attention and insesent begging to bed her sent consistent fould shivers down her spine. Oh, the depravity of the weak-willed men. It was such behavior that left Yuma with a short temper and consistent wild outbursts when in public, from throwing flowers, denying the king his affection and taking up simple bestial sports such as wrestling. Yuma didn't care if she was littered with bruises or ignored by all as long as it kept the king at bay. 

That was until Kraven was posted at her door.

His nightly patrols in utter silence and purple hues always appeared to gaze within the room whenever she felt utterly alone, catching her off guard when she was humming a soft melody. Yuma spent her nights usually alone and able to be herself, in those times she let no one in and hoarded a myriad of things even the king thought odd. Her early hours of the night where spent humming low and gentle melodies, stitching and sewing wild flowers she found, tending to her bruises and reading a plethora of books brought from the consorteum. A well-hidden secret she liked to keep even from the king. 

Then again...

So was Kraven Hilde in the months to come. 

His patrols grew more and more frequent to her room, those glances grew longer and where he stood seemed to get closer to the door every night. Till one night Yuma faced him, pulling it open to corner his reason

"Get back to your post soldier..." 

She muttered under her breath, her eyes gliding up to meet the strong arm that gripped the entrance of her door way. Feeling the looming presence of his aura grow darker around her as he craned ever closer to Yuma, his silence leaving only the wind to fill the void between them. 

"No."


Kraven's voice rang out deep and heavy, laced with enjoyment. As his long locks dropped over his shoulders and body hid even the moon from Yumas sight. Eventually Yuma closed the door shutting him out, her heart thumping far to loudly. It took minutes or maybe it was hours to finally look out of the lattice to her room, to see where he was. Finding herself met with the mans gaze back at her bedroom before he finally faced forward grinning into the midnight hour. 

And it continued like that with glances, glances to long down the corridors or whenever Yuma was training she found Kraven's gaze never leaving her. Eventually, it clouded her brain till she suffered a punch to the gut in practice that made her wail. The first embrace. Kravens strong arms picking her up like she was nothing and carried the consort back to the room doing his job as the maids and wrestle partners could only look on, even the king merely commended him for his loyalty. But they shouldn't have , no. His arms tightened Yumas body, holding her closer as he let out a short hungry grunt. His foot prying open her bedroom door and three steps later throwing her down upon the bed. Kraven lingered over her for a long and silent time before standing outside the door once again his knuckles turning white as he gripped his fists tight.

Day turned to night, the lanterns illuminating the hallways and Yumas bedroom as she inspected the lovely bruise upon her stomach. Tutting to her sloppy response as she applied salve. With a gentle murmur she realised she hadn't thanked Kraven, stumbling up to the door in her white apron. Prying it apart, or rather trying to and failing. The soreness of her stomach sent vicious pains up her midriff, the gentle cry in pain forced Kraven into her bedroom in no more than a breath. His lips tugged into an unusual shape as his hungry eyes dragged themselves over Yumas body before reaching her eyes, Yuma rudely saying 

"Help me up goddammit!" 

Kraven grunted once more, low and feral. He rarely ever talked, rarely ever left his duty or even did anything besides his job but there he was muttering defiance under his breath. 

"No~"


Sliding the door closed behind him and unclasping the front plates of his armour a sly grin appearing on his face. Dropping everything to Yumas feet. His hands picking up the salve and bandages. 

"If i wasn't before I am a wanted man now"