What will a queen do to win back her man and her country?
Nayda, a warrior queen, and her husband rule over a small kingdom in a post-apocalyptic world doing the best they can to rebuild their city and bring prosperity to their citizens.
A visiting European queen visits and creates chaos. She goes to war with Nayda and takes her crown, and, under strange circumstances steals her husband. Now Nayda must return to her espionage ways. Her missions are extremely dangerous, even more so than battle, where she can at least see the sword coming.
“I thought I knew you, Jeff.” Her body turned cold, and she swooned inwardly, not knowing who this stranger before her was. This was the biggest disaster of her life.
Eternity seemed to be frowning on her. She imagined herself lying dead on the ground with his sword in her chest, and she knew that part of her had just died. She made an effort to steady her anxious breathing and calm her trembling hands. Jeff lifted his sword and took a killing stance—his feet wider, his arms up in position.
She gasped, and tears burned her eyes. With practiced speed, she caught his blade on the downswing, with her own. It rang out, and her heart pounded in its wreckage. Back and forth they swung, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
He forced her back, her feet shuffling. She stumbled over a twig and fell on her back. He bore down with vengeance, and she rolled away. His blade pinned a long, brown braid to the leaves beneath it. She scampered up, missing the braid, and was backed into a tree, and his blade came up and swished, cracking the air with the sound of thunderous betrayal.
“Last request!” she shouted in utter desolation.
Steel stopped, its edge cutting her neck. Sticky blood inched down her skin.
He nodded once.