Wed to the Troll King: Fairy Tale Heat, #13
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He comes to me at night, in the darkness. The monster I was sworn to, against my will.
By day, he is trapped in the form of a bear and cannot speak, cannot properly rule, but I know what he is: the King of the Northlands. The King of Trolls. He is under a curse, and he needs my help, but why should I help the brutish, dominating, barbarian king?
I was meant for more than this; my father was a great mage but try as I might, I never had his talent for magic. Although he gave me everything I wanted, I know I'm a disappointment, and that's why I was thrown into this horrible position to save my kingdom from the Troll King's wrath.
Although my dominating new husband has no patience for me when I try to act like a princess, and there is also a tender side to him. He's protective, massively strong, and has a strategic mind that I didn't expect.
But he also has an enemy of his own that I didn't expect. The barbarian troll princess he once snubbed, who hates the "soft, pretty races" with a vengeance and cursed him with the form of a bear so he could never form a diplomatic alliance. If I want a happy marriage with my troll king, I'll have to break the curse--and much to my surprise, I think I do.
Wed to the Troll King is a standalone fairy tale retelling of the East of the Sun, West of the Moon for those who like an unabashedly adorable happily ever after with a side of serious steaminess!
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Wed to the Troll King - Lidiya Foxglove
Chapter One
Drina
"Lookee at this wee grula!"
Naio’s brought us a human maid!
"Wake up, tanka grula!"
Stinking breath and loud, brassy female voices assaulted me, right as I was surely on the brink of death anyway. I was so cold I couldn’t feel my hands or feet or even my face, but I remembered hanging on for dear life to the back of this dragon, for more hours than I cared to count. My mind was so sluggish that I wondered if I was dreaming. I could hardly see for snow blindness. All I knew was that the dragon had stopped moving.
"Get out of my way, mapa!" A sharp male voice cut through the chatter, elbowing the women aside.
My vision was slowly starting to return to me.
I was surrounded by beasts.
Trolls.
Of course. The snow dragon has brought me to his home in the north… My father is dead, and I can never go home now.
Why had I bothered to try and escape? I should have let an arrow go through my heart too, just like my father, but…even now, I stubbornly resisted the idea of just giving up and getting killed. I might be good for nothing, but at least they could say I survived.
Only now I had to face…whatever this was.
The female trolls were as tall as men back home, while the male troll was nearly seven feet. He was dressed in a black leather robe with a fur collar and boots, his white hair halfway down his back in two neat braids. My dragon mount had settled down, under what looked like the roof of a huge stable, and the troll women were all clamoring to touch me. I could only curl up and try to put my arms over my face for defense as they reached for me, tugging at my hair and clothes, pawing my arms apart, and making off with my purse. One of them opened it and gleefully held up a few copper coins while another plucked out the bottle of healing potion. She opened it, sniffed it, and drank it right down.
Krek! That’s not grog!
she grumbled.
"You’re a tanka mapa, ain’t you? That could have been poison," the male troll said at her, in a low rasp.
I hardly understood half of what they were saying through thick accents and the crude words in their unfamiliar dialect.
"Where did you come from, wee grula maid?" one of the women demanded of me, almost leering, a golden ring in her nose like a bull.
They were all hideous, from young to old, and terribly loud.
Lookit her little horns; she’s one of the darkling folk!
One of them tugged at my horns. The humans found we darklings to be foreboding just because of our black horns and tails and our formal and severe ways, but to trolls I supposed my horns were just ‘little’.
Wee grula think to be a troll maid?
another asked, cackling. Shall we mark you as our own?
She flung back a fur cape and brandished a muscular arm, marked with blue tattoos.
No, this was a mistake,
I managed, my tongue very dry. I had no water for the entire escape journey.
Back off,
the man said, physically pulling the tattooed women off of me. The king will decide what to do with this foreign maid.
Oh, and ain’t you no krekky fun, ye pashy man!
They jeered at the male troll in their horrible screeches, but he ignored them and swept me into his arms and then tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me away from them without preserving an ounce of my dignity. He didn’t even bother to make sure my skirt was straight, so it bunched up around my waist and exposed my silk, lace-edged pantalettes and embroidered stockings to the troll women, who started laughing at them.
But he had me facing away, my face in line with his, looking toward a forbidding stone castle. I was starting to get back some of the feeling in my body, but what good would it do me?
The troll male held me in an iron grip without even trying. The troll women could have crushed me themselves if they felt like it.
A frigid wind blew steadily against my cheeks, making me almost want to lean in to the warm body of my captor. I was shivering violently. Besides the castle, the stables and other outbuildings, there was no sign of civilization, even of the trollish kind. Just ice-covered rocky mountains, in every direction, and a sky brushed with high gray clouds.
I am sorry…for this,
the troll man said in a low tone to me, just before he shoved open one of the castle’s creaking wooden doors.
I almost wondered if I’d misheard him.
Now I heard some crude music in the distance, drums pounding hard enough that even stone walls threatened to shake. The troll male glanced around like he was trying to decide which direction would be best. I was thankful when he turned away from the music and opened a door leading to a back stairwell. His huge feet quickly tromped upward in a spiral and then he opened another door into a quiet room.
As rooms in a troll castle might go, it was simple but surprisingly civilized. I even saw a cabinet of books. I thought trolls lived in crowded, smoky dens.
I didn’t know trolls could read,
I said.
Didn’t you?
He glowered at me like I was the one who was stupid. ’Twas your castle mage who sent letters.
Oh. Yes. That was my father,
I said, full of a sudden wash of emotions that threatened to drown me. I forced my face to stay impassive. He didn’t tell me more of his dealings than I needed to know.
Some of us do enjoy to read,
the troll said. The king is one, but he would tear your arms off if you say so to the others.
Why is that? Would I embarrass him before the other trolls?
I asked, amused.
Yes, tanka maid!
he snapped. Bawsh, bawsh,
he muttered, kneading his forehead, apparently frustrated with another stupid question. I suppose you read?
he said, looking at me with more of a careful curiosity.
Of course I read. Everyone does in my kingdom, or nearly so, anyway,
I said. Darklings have a high rate of literacy.
Mm,
he grunted, with vague approval. Foreign maid is to stay here,
he commanded me, until nightfall. Stay quiet and good or else.
Or else what?
Or else every groving yapa in the castle will be on you, poking you, as they did just now.
I pressed my lips together. I certainly didn’t want that, whatever exactly he was saying.
I was starting to think this troll wasn’t too terrible, as trolls went. He seemed to be trying to allow me some space to rest and get my bearings.
And what is your name, sir?
I ventured. I wasn’t sure if I should call a troll ‘sir’. I wasn’t sure they would even like it.
He did grin slightly. Roshak. What do I call foreign maid?
Drina.
Drina is a good name,
he decided.
But I should have known better than to think such a generous thought about a troll. No sooner had we exchanged pleasantries than he pulled up one of the rugged, wood-carved chairs and pushed me into it, then lashed my hands to the back. His big fingers were quick with knots. I didn’t even have time to attempt a struggle before I was stuck.
Maid Drina wait here for the king,
he said, pulling a warm fur cloak off of a bench and putting it around me to keep me warm. He will come in the night and decide what to do with you.
The night?
I glanced at the window. It was still daylight outside, but perhaps not for long.
Roshak nodded. He will bring food and drink for you then. I’m sure you’re hungry, but prisoners cannot become guests unless the king says so.
He can’t come sooner? This is very uncomfortable, and I am so very thirsty!
I was just starting to realize now that my stomach was growling, but the dryness in my throat was worse.
He appraised me a moment, scratching a short beard with his massive hand, and then he abruptly went out the door. I hoped he meant to come back for me.
I could feel the terror of my situation slowly sinking deeper into my bones.
My father is dead. I have made an enemy of everyone back home. There is nowhere to escape, unless I take a new name, forge a false identity…supposing I can escape these trolls in the first place…
I didn’t think the trolls would want to keep me. As terrible as trolls could be, by and large they were not very interested in the fairer races. Trolls liked their own women. Troll women were known for being strong and fertile and demanding a lot from their husbands, but the troll men seemed to prefer it that way. Rape was uncommon in the north, my father said. But that was my only solace, because trolls were very brutal and violent in every other way.
Maybe I can ask them to send me to the elven kingdoms…
The door flung open again and Roshak brought in a mug. I smelled the yeasty scent of beer from my chair and I couldn’t help perking up to it, but then he did something so uncouth I would never have even guessed it.
He grabbed my tail.
Grabbed it out from under my skirts! A darkling man would never touch a darkling lady’s tail! We didn’t even show them off the way men did, but kept them under our skirts. No one had touched my tail since I was a child, and now this troll was just gripping it like it was another arm and wrapped the tip of it around the mug’s handle. I almost dropped it when he let go.
He nodded at me. There now. Have a drink, wee maid, and the king will see you soon.
He left me holding the drink, my mouth agape with shock, and shivers running up my spine.
But Roshak was nothing compared with what was to come.
Chapter Two
Drina
It was a good thing that I did use my tail to hold things when I was tidying up and working by myself. I’m sure many darkling ladies didn’t even have the coordination and strength to hold a mug and lift it to their lips.
The beer was so weak that I expected it was for children, which I knew was a good thing. I needed my thirst well quenched and a strong liquor would make matters worse. Still, it barely did anything to relax me.
I drained it quickly and then I looked around restlessly. I wondered if my tail could free me from the knots, but I guessed the troll had tied them well. Still, I tried until I was exhausted with the effort. The sun was going down. The king would probably be angry if he found me untied anyway, but my body was aching everywhere by now.
I could practically hear my father’s ghost clicking his tongue with disappointment.
He gave me anything I wanted. He would always ask me that. Haven’t I given you everything you wanted? Haven’t I, my girl? I was never uncomfortable, never hungry, never cold or poorly dressed. I should be grateful. I should miss him more than I did, but instead his absence left me with a sense of fear more than anything else.
He was always trying to carve a path of fortune for me, and I always stumbled along the way. I had none of his magical gifts. I had not managed to marry up, or even find my bond mate at all…
Do you think you will just stumble into