Bound By Blood

She was supposed to be a bargaining chip.
A human healer with soft hands and dangerous eyes.

I should have broken her.
Instead, she healed my warriors. Challenged my rule.
And whispered the old magic that stirred the mountain.

Now the clan calls her flame-bound.

Mine to protect.
Mine to claim.

I marked her with my blood.
Bound her to my soul.
And I’ll carve down kingdoms to keep her.

The Church wants her silenced.
Her father wants her obedient.
But she’s kneeling at my fire, wearing nothing but my mark.

She gentled a war-beast with her bare hands.
What do you think she’ll do to me?