Chapter 8: Ferric

Chapter 8 Draft of in-progress novel

The sun streaked across the canopy bed, casting into his eyes as he woke. Drums of war hummed a silent hush in the distance, bringing a melody of triumph. Ferric looked over at his own, Codron, who was sound asleep in the battlefield tent. Silks wrapped between them as the morning presented itself. He claimed victory over Dominion and was now proclaiming himself the new king. A fancy title that he was very proud of. His lips curved upward into a chortle that commanded attention.

Codron’s hazel blinked open. Ferric leaned down and kissed him. Passionately. Possessively. And for a moment, Ferric had felt the love he had always sought after. But this wasn’t enough, and his hunger for more only grew. As the air flowed in, bringing in the familiar stench of soiled soldiers, Ferric planted his feet into the bloodied mud below. He reached out to his armor, draped with a sheer satin cape that whisked away at the mess below him.