At some point Nathan & Blythe have to return…
We’re ready to resume our story of Nathan Valencus and his odious marriage to Lord Rother Marsh Delaga III. We’re going to pick up where we left off, but if you missed Part One you can catch up on the link below which will take you to the story page on Gay Authors.org where it’s hosted:
As much fun as doing the weekly Wednesday Briefs posting for Part One, the 1k word limit per week was working against me. Given it’s size, I decided I was too impatient to share Part Two. So each Wednesday I will share a preview of each chapter along with the link to the full chapter on Gay Authors.
And now on to Ch. 8…
The entire carriage ride Blythe stayed tense, on alert. His head swiveled at every movement or sound like the ferocious guard dog I knew he could be. We sat close with our legs touching, knowing it might be the last time we ever touched again. The crunch of the wheels on the cobblestones and the clop of hooves were all I could hear. My heartbeat had fallen into dead silence.
We were heading home and the impending doom grew with each city block we passed. The scenery outside became more familiar as the ride progressed. It didn’t give me comfort, only twisted the gears of anticipation running my dread.
“When we get back, I’ll have to do what I’m told, when I’m told, and pretend I like it. Is this what it’s like to be taken to prison?”
Blythe’s massive hand engulfed mine. “Pretty much.”