Free Black Horde: War Horn (Book 1) by Costei Andrew Page B

entered into the royal apartments, the wide corridors illuminated by the light of a virgin moon were fill by the noise from prince steps. It taken some time to reach the room, sustained by his slowly walk, he get to his bedroom. Ilimael opened the door and entered into the room with a prolonged exhalation of relief. He was not married, that’s why in the room as usual he  had not found anyone, the sad candle lights  watching carefully to the prince, Ilimael removed his hard armor and the shoes. On the  room wall the whole process of undressing turned into pale light of candles, into a bizarre game of shadows and light, a war of white and black.
    On the table were waiting for the prince, fresh fruits and vegetables, collected from gardens of the city, but appetizing array of colors  slowly lost interest of his majesty, despite the time spent away from the royal tables.
    His hard head like an avalanche fell hard on soft bed, sleep  stolen him immediately, without letting some time for  plans and prince Ilimael  in the pale lights of night soared on  “Lamtuumer's” wings(warm wind from the sea), he fly in sleep beyond Sur-Manar, as a vulture on air currents and looking deep to the earth risks. He slept much, more than would allow a prince, sweating a lot during sleep, the prince was dreaming about still not started war and about the danger that has not yet given any sign. He was awakened by a slight kick in the door, kick that betray a finite gentle hand, a perfect symbiosis of meat and wood, resulting in a sweet “knock-knock”. Ilimael wince from sudden noise and his hands automatically reached the sword placed in the evening near his bed.             
    -Who's, said Ilimael, while raised and try to cover his body with some clothes.
    -Ilimael, I am, Bhelemer.
    -Come in, my sweet.
                  Not even finished the sentence, because the door opened at ease as a mast in the sea and in the room with rush steps entered  a slim lady, thin like a rose in full bloom dressed in a light coat of white elves fabric  that betrayed all she’s femininity. She embrace Ilimael with so much passion that you could say that this is the last time she sees him, Bhelemer kisses him playful on the cheek and said with a revile voice:
    -Brother I thought that I not going to see you again,
    -Oh you start this theme again, I said and I repeat again: I will be always with you, loving reproached Ilimael,
    -I know, but some days ago, I listened to the discussion in the hall of wars between father and a soil, can not remember his name, and he said that you prepare for an invasion of orcs and I was worried because I know what kind of enemies you had to fight.
    -Please, Bhelemer, how do you know who are the orcs? Black forests  have not seen orcs from the times of Naruin (grandfather of Ilimael), that is about 300 years ago, so…
    -So, I know who they are, step in Bhelemer, even  I have not seen them and I do not want to see them in future, mother told me about them that they're  hideous children of  darkness, who do not know the laws and which should be forever imprisoned.
    -Oh, Bhelemer, if would be so, I would not worry, but I feel that our fate grabbed another way these days, the way on wich ...the prince was interrupted by a tight hug of his sister,
    - I do not care about them, you must do not ever go away from me, whispered she in his ear, I am very glad that you came back alive and well and I came to tell you that you are welcome in the royal hall, go, all want to see you again.
    Ilimael and Bhelemer  had left the bedroom and headed in a perfect family style toward the conference room of kings.
    King’s Hall was one of the most important halls of Kautominta, its walls were endowed with large picture of elves battles, with the portraits of city great kings and with views that makes you froze, the unseen beauty of black forests. Here royals were discussing and prepare daily activity of the city and here