Recent content by Trista

Trista peeked along the side of the caravan to where Talmanes and Tigris took the lead. She could hear others whispering around her, averting their eyes when she looked at them. Volstus walked silently beside her, and Trista didn't dare say a word as she remembered his warnings, warnings she had...

Trista felt her cheeks heat and her stomach twist as she watched the interaction between Talmanes and his old friend, casting a glance up at Volstus if only to look away from their embrace and the woman's scrutiny until that was, that she addressed her and her hair. Trista dipped her chin in a...

Trista's head dipped in silent greeting to Saen, and despite the disappointment in his tone, she fought a small smile to have been acknowledged as Tyrian. Most people saw the veil and collar around her neck and saw her only as a slave. They'd even made her dye her hair, as though she were...

Trista's heart leaped into her throat as she watched the man collapse, the thud of his body hitting the ground like a heavy weight on her chest. She turned to Talmanes as he rushed forward, her hand reaching out instinctively to stop him, though not quickly enough, and she called after him as he...

As Trista walked beside Talmanes, her steps steady and determined, she couldn't shake the lingering tension that filled the air. The knot in her chest tightened with each glance towards Volstus, sensing the weight of his disapproval or perhaps his silent judgment. She wondered if he was...

Trista smiled softly at Talmanes' words, at his concern for her safety. How long had it been since any truly cared whether she was safe? His touch, gentle and comforting as his fingers continued to comb through her hair, was a soothing balm to her weary soul. "M-hm," she murmured in agreement...

"Everything will go as you want it to go.." she murmured, her words spoken softly against Talmanes' chest as she nestled closer to him, seeking comfort in his warmth and strength. The thought of anything happening to Talmanes now filled her with anxiety. Without him by her side, she was...

Trista's voice was soft, her words drifting lazily as she basked in the afterglow of their intimacy. She shifted slightly against him, relishing the soothing sensation of his fingers tracing patterns across her scarred skin. "No. Never," she answered quietly, her eyes fluttering open to meet...

Trista's breath caught in her throat as she felt Talmanes' touch deepen, his hands exploring her body with a hunger that mirrored her own. She yielded entirely to his touch, surrendering herself to the intoxicating rush of desire that coursed through her veins and ignoring the whispers of...

Trista's heart raced as she felt the heat of Talmanes' touch linger on her skin, the echo of his words sending shivers racing across her back. In that moment of intimacy, she felt a sense of liberation unlike anything she had ever known. Her gaze met his, searching for reassurance, for...

Trista's breath caught in her throat as Talmanes drew her closer, his touch igniting a firestorm of longing within her. Her pulse quickened, pounding in her ears as she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. She knew they were being watched, felt the eyes of the others lingering on them from...

Trista's heart swelled with a heady mix of emotions as she listened to Talmanes' words, each one a promise of liberation, of a future unbound by the chains of her past. His conviction was palpable, his words a beacon of hope in the darkness in her very dark and dreary reality. In that moment...

Trista couldn't help but laugh softly under her breath at Talmanes' request. It had been so long since anyone had asked her what she wanted, so long since she had allowed herself to consider her own desires. A pregnant silence stretched between them, filled only with the crackling of fire, until...

Trista felt a surge of warmth at Talmanes' words, a glimmer of gratitude blooming within her chest as she listened to his reassurance. As he spoke of danger and safety, of paths chosen and paths diverged, Trista couldn't ignore the pull she felt towards Talmanes, and her eyes continued to...

Trista's heart pounded in her chest as Talmanes' hand gently lifted her chin, his touch surprisingly tender against her skin. She met his gaze, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit, any flicker of manipulation. But all she found was sincerity, a raw honesty that resonated with her in ways...