Hime Kishi Wa Banzoku No Yome Now

“I saved my husband’s life,” she corrected. “There is a difference.”

The Barbarian King, Kaelen, was a mountain of a man. His skin was tanned leather by sun and wind, his hair a wild mane of black, and his eyes the color of a winter storm. He wore no armor, only furs and scarred leather, and he carried a greatsword that looked like it could split a horse in two. He stood over her now, not gloating, just… observing. hime kishi wa banzoku no yome

The clang of steel had faded. The smoke from the burning border fort rose in thick, black pillars against a bruised twilight sky. Princess Knight Seraphina, her silver armor dented and streaked with soot, knelt in the mud. Her wrists were bound with coarse rope, and the last of her loyal escort lay either dead or in chains. “I saved my husband’s life,” she corrected

She cut down three berserkers before she found Kaelen, his back against a burning wagon, fighting off Gurik and four of his men. He was wounded, bleeding from a gash in his side. He saw her and roared, “Get back, lioness! This is not your fight!” He wore no armor, only furs and scarred

“You made it my fight,” she shouted, stepping in beside him, “when you made me your bride!”

They fought back-to-back—her disciplined, elegant thrusts; his wild, crushing swings. When Gurik lunged for Kaelen’s exposed back, Seraphina parried the blow and ran the traitor through.