acts for him, on him, and occasionally with him. Oh, yeah, they totally did it right there where anyone walking by could see them. And half the time, our warlord wore a bored expression on his face as if he were waiting for someone to do something to surprise him.
As if that were possible. I doubted there was any sexual act that guy hadn't performed or had performed on him. Nothing was going to shock him. Maybe a Farungal in a tutu, but if that same Farungal bent over and begged for the warlord's penis, I don't think Kardri Vangrarre would bat an eye.
And he wasn't just freaky, he was also arrogant. After we returned from the battle on Alantri and were still camped with the other armies, the Lynx Lord asked our warlord to watch over his valorian for a few hours. A valorian is a human who has done something so fucking brave that one of the fae warlords decides to give him a piece of his fucking soul and make him into a faerie. I know, crazy, right? Hold on, where was I? Oh, yeah, I was giving you an example of how arrogant and freaky the Leopard Lord is. So, when the Lynx Lord left his precious valorian, this guy named Luca, with the Leopard Lord—his first mistake, if you ask me—the Leopard Lord freaked out Luca so much that the Valorian ran away screaming. The guy who was so fucking brave that he got made into a faerie, ran away screaming! Fucking screaming!
To be fair, I should mention that the Leopard Lord went after the Valorian and apologized. And Luca wasn't at his best at the time. He'd been tortured by the Farungal and was going through something I'd seen a lot of soldiers experience—a type of temporary insanity. The Leopard Lord hadn't realized that his slutty come-ons weren't just unwanted, but were also triggers for Luca's mental trauma. When the Leopard Lord realized what he'd done, the warlord apologized to Luca, going as far as to say that he'd behaved like an asshole. Still, it didn't change the fact that the Leopard Lord had propositioned another warlord's valorian when he was supposed to be looking after him.
And how do I know all this, you might ask? Cause the Valorian ended up in my tent, huddled into a ball, wading through his mental bullshit as he drank my ale. He straight-up told me how the Leopard Lord had guys perform for them and then tried to whisper little nothings in Luca's ear. That guy is a fucking gentleman, by the way—Luca, not the Leopard Lord. Luca had to be carried out of my tent by his warlord because he was so distraught, but he still managed to shake my hand, bid me goodbye, and tell me that it had been nice to meet me. Oh, and when the Leopard Lord apologized, Luca forgave him instantly. Can you believe that shit? Stellar guy. I really hope he's going to be okay.
“Soldier,” a deep voice called out.
“Oh, fuck, please don't be talking to me.” I hung my head and kept walking.
“What's his name?” the voice growled. His voice.
Someone whispered my name.
“Tristan!” the Leopard Lord called again.
There could be another Tristan walking by. It was a common enough name. I kept going.
“Captain Montvallen!” my warlord shouted.
“Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cursed as I stopped in my tracks.
I turned around, hunching my shoulders like a teenager who'd been caught with his girl in the barn. I couldn't ignore my warlord when he called me by rank and name. To do so would be insubordination and could get me whipped at the very least. I trudged over to the Leopard Lord's general vicinity, staying well beyond the reach of the writhing fae men who were dancing, sucking, and fucking right in front of him. “Yes, my lord?”
I have to admit that Kardri Vangrarre is a damn good-looking man. I had a few straight friends who had drunkenly confessed to letting our warlord have his way with them because the man is just that fucking handsome. Beautiful even. Evidently, he has a rare skin color that's prized among the Fae. He's black—not deep brown like the humans from the continent of Lek, but pure, midnight black—and it makes him look as if he's carved out of onyx. The Leopard Lord's hair is a mixture of gold and brown that comes across as bronze, and it cascades past his broad shoulders in