Knights of the Three Kingdoms- Volume 1

by Brian Davis

  “My treat to you dog… enjoy.”

  Lady Jetta approached the door to a room of a keep. Sir Walter stood behind her. Her hands were tied together in front of her with a thick rope. Sir Walter opened the door and shoved Lady Jetta inside the room. He closed the door, leaving her inside the room. She turned her attention forward to Adam who stood at the edge of the keep. The sunrays bathed over him, as he glanced over the landscape.

  “This landscape… the beauty stretches beyond the distance of eyesight.” He said.

  Her jaws clenched as she remained silent, staring at him with a cold gaze. He turned and faced her. He was shocked, caught in her beauty of smooth-like skin and fiery-colored hair that hung down wavy like the ocean.

  “You are a knight.” He said while sitting on the edge of the keep.

  She remained silent while staring at him; giving a projectile thought in her mind of herself, pushing him out of the keep and watching him fall to his death.

  “I heard wonderful achievements of you as a brave knight. Your masteries of archery are unmatched. Could you show me how to master the bow?”

  She blinked, shocked over his request.

  “You will need arrows.” She suggested.

  “Precise.” He stood up, away from the edge of the keep. “This is why… instead of a bow…” He paused while her eyes followed him to a large chair.

  She watched him grabbed a crossbow from the chair.

  “I prefer the crossbow.” He finished. “Do you think I can be as proficient as you with a bow in your hands? You have easily slain the Paladins Knights that stormed this castle.”

  “You could never be the same as I.” She boldly detested.

  “I see. I think otherwise… and your queen agrees.”

  “She would never agree.”

  “Verbally, no… she didn’t have to.” He cut his eyes to his right.

  Lady Jetta followed his eyes in the direction towards his right. Now, Lady Jetta’s eyes widen and her mouth dropped when she noticed the head of the queen sat upright on a dresser like a candle. And in the center of her forehead was an arrow from the crossbow.

  “No.” She mumbled breathlessly in shock.

  “Her remains were fed to the hogs.”

  “Who are you?” She frowned.

  “I am called Adam… the son of King Wallace. I am searching for a queen. The true queen of this castle didn’t satisfy my desire… Unlike you… a knight… with hair like the color of fire that your formal queen now dances in, perhaps can take her place. But there is a small dilemma… you are the enemy of my father… you oppose him, as you oppose the rest of the Paladins. The moment I turn to my side with my back turned, while resting next to you in our bed, your desires would come true… a knife in the back… I think not.”

  Chapter 10

  The ship continued to sail on the Red Sea, Sir Vladimir knew from the movements of small rocking from the currents. He sat on the wooden floor of the lower deck. Candles were lit on the tables around. For many days and nights, he had watched the sailors eat, drink, and gambled in front of him. For many days and nights, he wondered when and where this ship would reach land… who would he end up in the hands to when sold by Sheena, The Queen of the Seas. If only I had my sword, he thought or better yet, my hands were free along with my waist that is tied to the base of a mast. By the demeanor of the sailors, he knew that they were unskillful in mortal combat.

  Calvin the Terrible, the thought raced through his mind that showed a grim expression on his face. How he dreamt many nights of taking his sword and spilling Calvin’s blood across the deck. Throwing his body over the ship and into the seas for the sharks to feed would be a blessing, he knew.

  Now, his attention was drawn up to the wooden ceiling where the upper deck sat. There were commotions up there that his eyes couldn’t witness, but his ears were alert. Something was wrong, he knew. Now, the secret basement of a door was opened from the upper deck that led down the wooden stairs to the lower deck where he sat. He fixed his eyes to the stairs as he saw legs in hose with black boots step down the stairs until that person finally reached the lower deck… Sheena. Sir Vladimir’s lips slowly stretched upward into a smirk.

  “What is happening up there?” He asked.

  “It’s none of your affairs!”

  “Arrogant, aren’t we?”

  “If you need to know, we are being chase by a warship.” She snarled.

  “A warship? How close is this warship?”

  “Miles away, but its gain on us.”

  “I take it that this ship can’t out sail this warship? How many ships?”

  “Only one, but when there’s one ship, usually they are more.”

  At that moment, Calvin the Terrible hurried down the stairs to the lower deck.

  “The ship is gaining closer to us!”

  From the tone of his voice, it was serious; Sir Vladimir knew.

  “Tell me, the sails… what color and design is it?” Sir Vladimir asked.

  “It’s none of your concerns!”

  “What type of sails?” Sheena demanded.

  “They… they are line vertically with red and white.”

  “Prepare the sailors at once!” Sheena demanded.

  “Aye!” Calvin raced up the stairs to the upper deck.

  “The sails are red and white…” Sir Vladimir mumbled while dropping his eyes down at the floor.

  “You seem to know this warship?” She asked.

  “They are Vikings.” He quickly made eye contact with her. “Your sailors will be slaughtered. They are no match for the Vikings. You need every man on this ship… every help! Untie me.”

  “Ha! You take me as a fool!? You’re just an outlander carrying a fancy sword! What good as you roaming around free on my ship?”

  “Then I suggest that I lay down and except my fate… in a watery grave because that’s where you and the rest of your bloody sailors will be buried.”

  He watched her gave off a short sigh, she was in debate with herself, he knew. She quickly pulled out her sword and approached him. She swiftly cut the rope around his waist and soon, cut the rope around his wrists. Sir Vladimir stood and gently rubbed his wrists while staring at her.

  “My sword?” He asked.

  “Very well.” She grabbed his sword that was in the corner inside its sheath.

  She tossed the sheath sword to him. He grabbed it and fastened the belt around his waist.

  “Now,” he advised, “let’s deal with the problem ahead.”

  He walked up the stairs to the upper deck where he felt the sprinkles of rain battering him. He looked up at the skies that were now covered with gray large clouds. The sailors turned and faced him in shock. Calvin the Terrible turned and pointed his finger at him.

  “The prisoner is free! Men at arms now!”

  “Stay your swords in its sheath!” Sheena demanded while stepping onto the upper deck. “He is with us for now!” She shouted over the sprinkles of rain.

  “But he is our prisoner!” Calvin protested.

  “He is my prisoner! I’m giving him amnesty for now on my orders! No one should lift a hand on this man!”

  Sir Vladimir stretched his gaze out across the sea where he set his eyes on the warship that was approaching from the rear in an angle.

  “Raise the sails!” He demanded.

  The sailors looked at each other, confused on rather to follow Sir Vladimir’s orders.

  “Are you mad?” One of the sailors protested. “If we raise the sails, the ship will stop!”

  “It matters not! This ship can’t outrun that warship! We stay and fight or flee and die like the cowards you all are! The choice is yours but decide quickly!”

  The sailors remained motionless, still debating amongst themselves.

  “Do as he says!” Sheena demanded.

  The sailors quickly hoist the sails.

  “Now here’s the plan, we hide into the bunkers of the deck! Calvin and some of the sailors will remain
on the upper deck, and wait for the Vikings to aboard the ship!”

  “There may be a bunch of them on that ship! We won’t be able to stand a chance against them your cowardly dog!” Calvin objected.

  “We will catch them off-guard by a surprise attack when they aboard the ship! They will only think it’s you and the few sailors on this ship! Now we can’t debate any longer! Soon the warship will approach closer where they will see more of us on the upper deck! Let’s move!”

  The sailors quickly scattered down into the lower deck along with Sir Vladimir and Sheena, while the rest of the sailors remained on the upper deck with Calvin. The upper deck floor door closed while Sir Vladimir waited on the upper last step with Sheena behind him along with the rest of the sailors. Their swords drawn as they waited…

  Adam waited in the room inside a keep. He stood at the edge of the keep, where he continued to gaze out into the outer courtyard of the castle. The bedroom door opened to the room, and two knights escorted a young boy into the room. Adam turned and faced the boy who was peasant in the town. The knights closed the door and stood silently by the door inside the room.

  “You are a peasant?” Adam asked the young boy.

  “Yes.”

  “How old are you, boy?”

  “Thirteen.”

  “I see. What is your name, boy?”

  “J-Jonathan.” The boy stuttered.

  “Jonathan… was your father amongst the town’s people who fled and was captured by the knights?”

  “Y…”

  “Answer me, boy, for I am your king now.”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Do you wish to become like your father? Do you wish to become a man?”

  “Y-yes.”

  Adam smiled.

  “Remove his clothes!”

  The knights aggressively striped Jonathan from his clothes.

  “Now take him and tie him to this bed from his hands to his feet.” Adam ordered.

  The warship continued to sail closer to the ship in full speed. The wind continued to blow harshly. Sir Vladimir waited underneath the upper deck. Sheena’s jaws clenched as she and the rest of her sailors waited.

  “For your sake outlander, you better hope that your plan works.”

  “For our sake sea witch, you better hope that my plan works. Now say no more that warship will arrive and those Vikings will aboard your ship. Be prepared!”

  The warship approached and the batter ram of the ship smashed into the side of Sheena’s ship. The Vikings quickly storm aboard the ship where Calvin and the sailors remained on the far end of the ship. More of the Vikings continued to aboard the ship with their swords drawn from its sheaths. Calvin and the sailors on the upper deck drew their swords from its sheaths as the Vikings continued to advance forward towards them. The general of the Vikings, Arkyn approached. His beard long and blond with thick braided pigtails that drooped down to his shoulders. He held his battle axe in his hands. He pointed his axe at them and shouted.

  “Ge sig på!”

  The Vikings charged in a battle cry with their swords held high above them.

  “Defend the deck!” Calvin yelled as the sailors charged forward to clash with the Vikings.

  Adam waited for the two knights to return. The door to the room opened, a young child entered the room with a woman. The door closed as the woman hands were tied in front of her. Adam turned and faced the young boy.

  “Come here… come-come…” He enticed the young child.

  The young child looked back at his mother for guidance.

  “There’s no need for you to be afraid, young one.” Adam said. “Come.”

  The child slowly approached.

  “Here...” Adam patted the cotton seat that was on the chair. “Sit here.”

  The young child approached and sat in the chair as told. Adam looked at the child’s mother.

  “This boy is your child?”

  The mother quickly nodded in fear.

  “What is this child’s name?”

  “Aaron.”

  “Aaron…” Adam nodded. “How old is he?”

  The woman remained silent while her eyes never left him.

  “How old is the child, I ask?” Adam raised his voice that startled the woman.

  “He-he’s four.”

  “Four-years-old. Your other son, Jonathan is thirteen.”

  She cut her eyes over at Jonathan who laid on his back on the bed with a blanket covering his upper and lower body. She quickly moved her eyes over at Adam.

  “What have you done to my son?”

  “Nothing at all.” He raised his eyebrows. “In fact, he waits for you. He wishes to become a man… you will help him achieve his goal.”

  The woman’s eyes broadened in shock.

  “Please…” She begged. “He is my son! You… you can have me!”

  “I dare not touch a peasant! Now, remove your clothes.”

  “N-no.” The woman instantly shook her head.

  “Do as I say!”

  “N-never! You can do whatever you want with me! You murderer! You’ve murdered my husband! Murdered their father! You can murder me all you want! I would never submit to your sick games!”

  Suddenly, Adam chuckled while slowly approaching and stepping behind the chair where her four-year-old son sat.

  “I don’t have to harm you… to get what I want. Instead, I can harm your heart that’s in front of you.”

  Adam quickly pulled out a dagger and placed the blade on the child’s throat.

  “No!” The woman pleaded.

  “Do as I say. Remove… your… clothing.”

  The woman slowly removed her clothes. Tears streaming down from her eyes as she now stood fully naked.

  “Now,” Adam looked at one of the knights that stood behind the woman, “remove the blanket from the boy.”

  The knight slowly approached the bedside. He removed the sheet, exposing the boy’s naked body. Adam locked eyes to the woman, as she fell weakened to her knees.

  “Crawl on top of your son, and make him out into a man.” Adam demanded.

  Cries from the sailors and Vikings were carried in the wind. Sir Vladimir waited motionless at the stairs.

  “When?” Sheena desperately asked.

  “Not yet.” Sir Vladimir mumbled.

  “We need to act now. They won’t stand a chance with those barbaric Vikings.” The concern shown in her voice.

  “Not yet… on my command.” Sir Vladimir mumbled.

  “We are wasting time.” She snarled. “We need to act now.” She mumbled.

  “Wait… not yet… wait…” Sir Vladimir mumbled while he slowly lifted the deck door slightly up.

  “Now?” Her voice showed impatient.

  “Now!” Sir Vladimir shouted while instantly lifting the door up and springing out to the upper deck.

  Sheena and the sailors followed him in their battle cries, alerting the Vikings as they turned in sheer shock. Sir Vladimir raced forward with his arming sword in his hand. He swung his sword sharply to his left and right, instantly slicing flesh from the assailants. A Viking assailant swung his broadsword downward at Sir Vladimir. Sir Vladimir quickly evaded the broadsword by stepping to the outer side of the blade. Sir Vladimir swung his sword horizontally forward, slicing the assailant’s throat, while thrusting the arming sword behind him, stabbing another assailant who tried to approach from the rear. Sir Vladimir quickly snatched his sword out from behind and swung it mid-section horizontally across his body, slicing another assailant to his right, following with a spinning overhead slice to his left, splitting another assailant’s head that was trying to attack him from his left side. All four of the Vikings’ assailant dropped motionless on the deck.

  Sheena swung her curved sword around, cutting and slicing her attackers. Calvin madly swung his sword in a fashion where he sliced, stabbed his assailants that tried to gut him down with their swords. Arkyn swung his mighty battle axe, chopping the sailors’ bodies as one by one
they fell bloodied to the deck.

  The two knights dragged the woman underneath her armpits to the bedside.

  “Arouse him now, or your four-year-old son dies along with your thirteen-year-old son!” Adam demanded.

  “Please… I beg of you!” The woman pleaded.

  “Do it now!” Adam placed the blade up to the boy’s throat.

  The boy cried out for his mother.

  “Alright! Alright!” The mother screamed in anger.

  The woman slowly crawled to her feet.

  “Get on top of him and make love to him, now!” Adam demanded.

  The woman slowly crawled on top of her son, inserted his dick inside her warm and hairy pussy. Her eyes squinted in disgust as she slowly rode his dick.

  “Continue until he seeps in you.” Adam demanded as he and the two knights watched.

  “God… oh God!” She cried as she continued to ride his dick while squeezing her ass cheeks inward for more of him. “God please help us!”

  “God cannot help you now.” Adam mumbled as he watched with the blade pressed against the four-year-old’s throat.

  Arkyn drew his attention towards Sir Vladimir. He snarled as he charged forward while Sir Vladimir’s back was turned towards Arkyn. Sir Vladimir continued to clash swords with the Vikings’ assailant. The assailant swung his sword sideways while Sir Vladimir ducked the sharp iron blade. Sir Vladimir quickly swung his sword, slicing the assailant’s knees.

  Arkyn charged from behind with his battle axe raised above his head. Sir Vladimir quickly performed a side roll to his right, avoiding Arkyn’s axe, as he swung it down, chopping the head of his fellow Viking warrior. Sir Vladimir rolled up to his feet and faced Arkyn. Arkyn advanced toward while swinging his mighty axe at him. Sir Vladimir quickly evaded the axe by simply performing a side roll to his left. Arkyn swung the axe in a horizontal attack, and Sir Vladimir quickly ducked the speed of his axe.

  Arkyn spun the axe around above his head and swung it down at him. Sir Vladimir dove his body forward to his right while performing a front roll to his feet. Arkyn swung the blade of the axe downward at Sir Vladimir’s legs. Sir Vladimir leaped up over the blade of the axe. Out of rage, Arkyn lifted the axe above his head and swung it down like a sledgehammer at Sir Vladimir. Sir Vladimir dodged the blade and sprung upward with his feet touching the large mast. Sir Vladimir swiftly ran up the mast to the middle base of it where Arkyn now swung the axe horizontally at the base of the mast where the axe’s blade penetrated into the mast. Sir Vladimir quickly sprung off from the body of the mast and landed next to Arkyn.