Free Web NovelChapter 118: Morvak’s Wife
Perfumed southern nobles clutched crystal goblets, parting nervously as Kane and Misha strode down the center aisle.
Whispers echoed off the pillars, mocking the warrior’s salt-crusted boots and scarred leather harness.
’The whole hall reeks of wine and panic. It feels like a cage full of frightened birds.’
Nobody dared step into his path.
Kane didn’t draw a weapon or raise his voice.
Catching the eye of a whispering countess, he merely flared his gaze.
A tiny fraction of his Conqueror’s intent bled into the air.
Gasping in terror, the woman dropped her goblet, sending shattered crystal flying across the floor.
Kane smirked, enjoying the shattered illusion of their safety.
Armor clanked ahead.
A high-ranking noble blocked the aisle, flanked by elite guards.
Lord Morvak wore a pristine ceremonial plate, his chest puffed out in a display of arrogant bravado.
Standing slightly behind him was his wife, Sarah.
Wearing an elegant crimson gown that made her bust, her expression remained serene and unreadable.
"You tracked river muck into a civilized hall, barbarian," Morvak barked, resting a hand on a jeweled hilt.
"You might have survived the mud flats, but you are out of your depth here. Surrender your axe."
Kane didn’t even look at the man.
His instincts bypassed the loud decoy, locking directly onto Sarah.
Morvak sweated profusely, his jaw tight with forced courage.
Sarah’s breathing remained perfectly even.
Tapping her painted fan against her wrist, she set a silent rhythm.
Her amber eyes held a seductive gleam, radiating the dominant confidence of a woman used to bending kings to her will.
’Morvak is sweating through his fancy collar, but her pulse hasn’t skipped a single beat since I walked through those doors,’ Kane thought, his blood warming at the challenge.
’He’s just a loudmouth. She is the one actually running this board.’
Bypassing the drawn guard entirely, Kane stepped right past Morvak.
He leaned down slightly, invading Sarah’s personal space.
"Tell your puppet to stop barking," Kane rumbled, flashing her a knowing grin.
"We both know who actually holds the leash in this empire."
Sarah’s serene mask slipped for a fraction of a second.
Sharp, venomous intelligence sparked in her gaze.
Realizing Kane saw right through their hierarchy, she didn’t shrink back.
Instead, she leaned into his proximity, her lips curving into a sultry, challenging smile.
She let her gaze travel down his chest.
"A gladiator with a brain," Sarah said.
"How refreshing. But knowing who holds the leash doesn’t save you from the bite. Some dogs need to be put down before they ruin the furniture."
"Lord Kane," a voice boomed from the front of the hall, interrupting the tense exchange.
Sitting at the high table on a throne, the Menual Emperor forced a condescending smile.
Ignoring the tension in the aisle, the monarch acted like a generous deity offering alms to a beggar.
"We acknowledge your minor victories in the reeds," the Emperor announced grandly.
"We offer you fifty chests of silver and a safe journey back to your northern rocks. Take the coin and leave."
Sarah caught Kane’s eye again, her smile widening into a promise of ruin.
Snapping her fan shut with a sharp crack, she issued the silent command.
The Emperor dropped his fake smile, his face twisting into an ugly sneer.
"Or die where you stand."
Hidden doors along the walls burst open.
Two hundred elite royal guards stepped out, leveling loaded crossbows and drawn halberds directly at Kane’s chest.
Nobles gasped, scrambling backward to avoid the impending crossfire.
The trap was set, precise and lethal.
Crossbow bolts aimed at his heart failed to wipe the savage smirk off Kane’s face.
’So fucking cliche.’
’Time to remind them what a true warrior does in a tight cage.’
Moving faster than human eyes could track, his hand blurred over his shoulder.
Mjoldr sang a deadly tune as the crimson blade cleared his leather harness.
Morvak never even drew his jeweled sword. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
A ruthless horizontal arc flashed across the aisle.
Slash.
Lord Morvak’s head detached instantly, tumoring across the polished marble while his pristine armor collapsed in a ruined fountain of red.
Screaming a panicked battle cry, the nearest royal guard captain lunged forward with a raised halberd.
Kane pivoted on his lead foot, swinging the axe in a smooth, unhurried backhand.
Crimson steel bit straight through the guard’s iron helmet.
A second head hit the floorboards with a wet thud.
Silence slammed into the banquet hall.
Two bodies hit the tiles before anyone could process the slaughter.
Before a single archer could squeeze a trigger, Kane closed the distance to Sarah.
Reaching out, his fingers wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, pulling her flush against his scarred chest.
He raised Mjoldr, resting the razor-sharp, blood-stained edge directly against her pale throat.
’Let’s see how dominant you act with a blade pressing against your pulse,’ Kane smirked internally, feeling her heart hammering wildly against his ribs.
"Nobody twitches," Kane rumbled, his voice echoing over the terrified court. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
"Or the mastermind loses her pretty head. Drop the crossbows."
Elite guards froze in their tracks.
The whole noble house stood in shock.
Weapons clattered to the floor as soldiers panicked, unsure how to save their hidden leader without getting her killed.
Sarah’s serene mask shattered into pieces.
Trembling against his grip, her eyes widened with fear.
She felt the warmth of her husband’s blood radiating from the axe blade resting on her skin.
Her dominant facade fractured, revealing a woman mesmerized and terrified by true power.
Keeping his grip secure on her neck, Kane walked her casually up the steps toward the dais.
Reaching the top, he shoved the terrified Emperor right out of the chair with a swift kick.
Tumbling down the stairs, the monarch landed in a pathetic heap beside his broken guards.
Turning around, Kane sat comfortably on the velvet throne.
He didn’t release Sarah. Instead, he forced her down to her knees right beside his salt-crusted boots, keeping the crimson blade angled dangerously near her cheek.
"Your little trap failed, lady," Kane rumbled, looking down into her wide eyes.
"You built this empire on schemes, but I only respect results. Your life belongs to me now. Serve me, or I will finish the execution. Pour my wine. We have terms to discuss."
