These are all of them, both deleted and alternate storyline. I highly recommend buying this TCP edition π«ΆπΌ as it comes with gorgeous artwork and a neat velvet cover!
The pirate captain steps in front of me. My gaze lifts up, up, until it settles on his face. A cruel, callous face. White fur. Red band. Brown eyes. I should have never looked away from Sail's eyes. I should have stayed there, in that look, where it was safe.
I could not stop reading when the Red Raids ambushed them, is this how you imagined Captain Fane?
King Fulke eyes her greedily and tilts his head, giving her the go ahead. She starts to dance, her black skirts swishing against the polished floor and arcing her ankles, her hips moving to the pulse of the music, her eyes a lure of enticement matched by the curve of her lips.
Rissa, Auren & King Fulke
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Character by @ravenkennedybooks
Do we think Rissa is the most skilled royal saddle? ππΌ
She's beautiful. High apple cheekbones; large round eyes: blonde hair nearly to her waist; curves; and full pink lips.
And it's not just her beauty, either- all of Midas's saddles are beautiful- but it's her confidence, the way she can read a man and know how to seduce him.
Our favorite saddle Rissa ππΌ
And at least she saved poor Auren somewhat here π
Rissa has come up in front of him. "Shall I dance for you?" She asks with a sultry smile, her blonde hair in long waves against her front, somewhat hiding her naked breasts.
I make it to allow burning fire, finding a man presiding over a tripod of sticks with a large iron pot cooking on the flames. He has black skin and long spun hair, pieces of wood dangling from the lengths in tribute to his kingdoms sigil.
Our favorite Fourth Army Cook Keg! π¨πΏβπ³π₯π₯
Keg sees, his smug eyes moving back to me, same as his still outstretched spoon. "See? The gilded one gets me. That means she gets served before the rest of you ungrateful lot."
He's handsome, with an open, friendly face. The sort of face that probably always looks kind, even when he's angry. He has ashy blonde hair and deep sea blue eyes.
Pirates crawl everywhere, hauling screaming saddles away, looting through all of our things. Fighting and taunting our vastly outnumbered guards. Every single one of them wears the same white fur clothes, the same red cloth wrapped around their faces and heads, leaving only their eyes exposed.
He gets bored of this as well, and instead moves me to sit on the floor in front of his legs. I think he likes the visualization of Midas's most prized favored sitting at his feet.
I felt horrible for Auren here, the way she was seeking help from her king and he gives her away to another king as if she's an object to trade...
"King Fulke, as promised, I gift you this night with my gold-touched favoured." Midas looks at me, pinning me in place despite the distance between us, those brown eyes like soil burying me with suffocating weight. "Auren, come forward."
A greater being like the Goddess of Night, of Blood, of Shadow herself. Heir to the Crown of the Dead. mother of Vampires. The hair rose on my arms. "Bow," the Ministraer whispered. "Bow for our Mother of the Ravenous Dark, Nyaxia."
Nyaxia is one of the best descriptions I've ever gotten to the presence of a god/dess. She was beautifully described.