Chapter 8 - The Calm Before the Stor

The days passed quickly as the kingdom of Valtoria prepared for war. Richard, still reeling from his defeat at the hands of Princess Luan, threw himself into his training, determined to become a better fighter.

Lisa, meanwhile, tried to stay out of sight, knowing that Princess Luan was watching her every move. She spent her days in the palace gardens, her heart heavy with worry for Richard and the impending war.

One day, as she was walking in the gardens, she came across General Marcus, who was sitting on a bench, his eyes lost in thought.

"General Marcus," Lisa said, approaching him. "What's on your mind?"

The general looked up, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm worried about the prince, Lisa. He's not ready for this war, and I fear for his safety."

Lisa nodded, sharing his concern. "I know, General. But he's determined to prove himself. We have to support him, no matter what."

General Marcus nodded, a small smile on his face. "You're right, Lisa. We have to support him, and hope that he comes out of this war alive."

As they talked, a messenger arrived, his face grave. "General Marcus, the enemy is at our gates. We must prepare for battle."

The general stood up, his face set in a determined expression. "Then let us go to war, and may the gods be with us."

Lisa watched as the general walked away, her heart heavy with foreboding. She knew that the war would be brutal, and she feared for the lives of those she loved.

Lisa, determined to find Richard, ran through the palace halls, her heart racing with urgency. She finally found him in the training grounds, his sword still in hand. Without hesitation, she jumped into his arms, kissing him intimately, not caring what others might say.

"Be safe for me, Richard," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Richard, taken aback by her sudden display of affection, nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "I will, Lisa. I promise."

He took her hand, leading her to his chambers. As soon as they were inside, he pinned her against the wall, his lips crashing down on hers. Lisa's fear quickly turned to passion as she melted into his embrace.

His kisses trailed down her neck, and she moaned in satisfaction. But just as she was getting lost in the moment, Richard pulled back, his breathing heavy.

"Goodbye, Lisa," he said, his voice husky. "I have to go."

Lisa's eyes widened, wanting more, but she knew she had to control herself. She nodded, her lips still tingling from his kisses.

As Richard left, she lay on his bed, her heart racing, her mind filled with thoughts of their passionate goodbye. She knew she had to be strong, but she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.