Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.


23. Alexandra Maria Ra'Ziel

            Alex ran her fingers through Tris’ hair yet again. She just couldn’t get used to it. She did feel differently, now that she wasn’t a virgin. There was definitely something strange, almost alien about how her body felt. But if was a good feeling.

            Tris was asleep. Alex used the time to think. She didn’t want him to die, she knew that. But how to stop it? She didn’t want her father or Will to die either. At the thought of Will, Alex cringed inside. What would he think about this?

            Then the tent-flap rustled. It was well past midnight, no one should be awake. Who would come in, unannounced, in the middle of the night? Alex used the second that it took the man – for man she was sure it was – to walk into the room to draw the thin blankets up around her and Tris.

            “Tristan Torath, you and your – woman - are summoned to the Counsel Tent.” And then the man was stalking out again. Tris, of course, had woken as soon as the man spoke, so within seconds he was dressing.  Alex followed suit, starting to put her black outfit back on, but Tris stopped her.

            “Wear these.” Alex, by the light of the lamp burning on the table, saw that they were designed just like the other clothes, but in red instead of black. The russet satin clung scandalously to her curves, and the golden threadwork only served to enhance the effect. Finally, Tris put a chain of tiny golden links in her hair, and a large ruby around her neck.

            When he kissed her again, Alex slipped his red mask over his face. But Tris only laughed and straightened it, then they were walking out into the night.

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