Recent content by Isla

"The life...my life." She watched him as he chose the couch, far from her reach. "Before all of this." Isla rolled over onto her back, her head leaning off the bed where she watched him upside-down. Her golden locks nearly brushed the floor. "You say you thought of me, but surely you have...

"it is okay. You can say it." Isla fought the urge to mock him while he already looked so defeated. "I am a whore. It is my job." She stared at him while he spoke, a brow once again raised as he mentioned the man who had been in her bed. A guard? She looked him over. The man hadn't even...

The dazed look in Isla's eyes shifted as the man left and her attention turned towards the blond, scruffy man threatening her clients. Still sleepy, but with a lingering hint of irritation and hurt that she wanted Lynus to feel as well while he paced around. A hurt that seemed to have no...

The man struggled against Lynus' hands tightening around his throat, but even Isla could make out that cruel smile that came and went when he knew he struck a sore spot on the prince. He tried to talk back, but with his airway cut off he was unable and soon he realized that the frantic man was...

Isla watched the door handle turn, anything to keep her hollow stare from the man in her bed. She made no immediate move to cover herself or protect a modesty that did not exist. The Lady and other girls had always been given permission to enter each other's room bearing drinks or offers to...

Thank the gods or whoever had listened to the silent pleas in Isla's head as she sat and stared out the window. Silent and still, even her posture stiffened as his voice broke the silence. But Isla did not respond. She did not so much as glance in his direction as he got to his feet and...

Gods. Her skin was burning at his touch. She couldn't force herself to look at him again, shame burning at her soul for being so stupid. But he could force her to. And he did, callused hands gently pulling her face back up to look at him. Back into eyes bluer than oceans- and just as...

She felt she should apologize, but as she stared ahead with her face more red than the velvet of the sheets, she found herself unable to come up with the words to mend the line she had just crossed. With his lack of words, she knew it must have been a mistake. He paid for her time, declared he...

From that comfortable space between his arm and his chest, Isla stared up at him. Just stared with a face full of awe and eyes...Eyes that showed a sort of innocence that seemed so foreign in the room designed for the filthiest desires. Each word, no matter how true or untrue, seemed to linger...

"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes and clinked her glass to his before taking a large sip herself. It was a flavor so sweet, yet a hint of bitter and sourness lingered behind it. It was the first flavor of alcohol she tasted, the first drink she'd been offered when she began her work. An...

"I knew it!" Isla repeated herself a few times, no sign of her excitement fading. The parts of her that hurt, mentally and physically had been pushed aside for such a small and insignificant moment of joy. Still, she practically glowed with her eagerness to hear about his life as a mercenary...

Ha! She had been correct! She celebrated in her head, a smug grin on her face. As if she weren't just going through a mental list of occupations she knew involved the use of a sword. Occupations she'd learned the names of based on her own clientele. "I knew it!" She moved to shove his...

"It is fine." Isla's smile was pained and her words laced with bitterness that proved anything but. "I suppose it was almost cathartic to recall my old life." Almost. Or maybe not at all, for only a moment after spilling bits and pieces of her life to the stranger, she wanted to vomit...

Isla had wanted to probe for more information, wanted to ask just was he if not a knight? A mercenary perhaps? An assassin? No, he did not appear to be very light on his feet when he came trudging in the establishment. Not everyone was gifted in the element of stealth. Unfortunately before...

Her face softened when Lynus finally began to talk- talk to her like a person. It had been a long time since someone had. Isla would cherish the rare moment of humanity. She listened, quietly taking in the details of him for the first time as he spoke of his childhood. He slouched slightly...