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His Emerald Eyes

5 chapters

~13 min read

Kiros dismisses another weeping lover from his tent, his emerald eyes blazing with contempt. But when a mysterious woman arrives at his war camp, she sees not a conqueror to be seduced, but a monster to be destroyed.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Kiros

A warrior of imposing height and sculpted muscle, his long black hair a dark river down his back. Emerald eyes that blaze with impatience and a cold, regal beauty, he moves with the lethal grace of a predator in his own domain. The night air in the tent carries the scent of him—cold steel, pine, and dismissed desire.

The Unnamed Woman

Her face is still soft with sleep and the hopeful afterglow of intimacy, tear tracks beginning to shine on her cheeks in the dim light. The blankets are tangled around her smaller form, a stark contrast to the powerful figure looming over her, her vulnerability laid bare in the close confines of the tent.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Dismissal

The tent air was thick with the scent of sex and disappointment. Kiros lay beside her, the heat of her body an irritating reminder of her inadequacy. Her soft, sleeping breaths grated against his stillness. With a sharp nudge of his elbow, he shattered her peace. Her hopeful smile died as his emerald eyes, glowing like cold fire in the dark, delivered the verdict before his voice did.

Chapter 2

Kiros in the early morning heads into battle claiming new land, new territory. Doing what he was put on this earth to do. As a boy he was trained harder than his two younger brothers Anubis who was as fierce and sharp tempered and Osiris who was observant but was quite skilled in combat. The day is long and kiros and his army conquer the new territory gathering prisoners. Kiros goes back to his tent, hot from the dry desert air and exhausted from killing countless foes. The guards nervously disturb him to ask about a prisoner. A female.

The Breaking Point

The ash-taste of his hollow victory is still in his mouth when he sees the fierce defiance in her eyes. It ignites a different, deeper fire—not to erase her, but to claim the truth of her. He pulls her up from her knees, his hands rough on her hips, and turns her to face the carpets. When he enters her from behind, it is not an act of obliteration, but a desperate, silent question. Her choked cry is his answer, and the world narrows to the slick, tight heat of her and the terrifying realization that this is the first real thing he’s felt in years.

The Uninvited Dawn

The scent of vanilla and desert dust cut through the emptiness before he saw her. Kiros did not rise from the furs, his body still marked with the evidence of his solitude. She stood silhouetted against the grey pre-dawn light, her gaze taking in his nakedness, his defeat, the truth he could no longer hide. Her eyes held no triumph, only a terrible, quiet understanding that filled the hollow chamber of him more completely than any touch.

Chapter 5

They arrive at the capital 2 days later. Kiros takes lyra to his part of the palace. Upon entering his room she is in awe of the beauty. His bed is a masterpiece of gold and rich black silk with silver linings. The room itself is massive in size. Kiros watches her with curiosity.