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Salayna Silveri Salt

I open my mouth to answer him, I know the fucking rules. A Battle Guard Captain never goes unanswered or denied. My voice only comes out as a squeak. I wince at the sound, how pathetic I am. 

"No." I say , managing to to get my actual voice back. "and...I...I'm Salayna..Salt." I say, as I look upat the six foot seven inches of muscle, his dark black hair, just long enough to have the slightest bit of it falling over his forehead and near his blue eyes. 

"Oh, I know who you are Silver." he says, his voice rumbles , a low tone that sends my skin prickling beneath the issued uniform. 

"Do you know who I am Silver?" he asks ,stepping forward, his hand dropping from the wall, forcing my neck to crane even higher, my chin lifting as I look up at him and nod.

"Yes." I answer softly. 

"Yes sir." he corrects me. "Or  yes Captain." 

"Yes sir." I answer him. He had every right to hate me. But I had every right to hate him too. The rebels killed my mother. Maybe not him...or his parents...but a rebel is the reason my mother is dead. A rebel is the reason I'm fucking here, instead of having my mother to talk my father out of signing my fucking death certificate for me. 

A small tug at the corner of his lips, and I can tell, I can fucking tell he enjoys having the generals daughter call him sir. He enjoys having me beneath him. 

"Why are you here ?" he asks me, narrowing his eyes. 

"I'm here to joining the Battle Guard." I say. blinking. 

"Sir." I add. 

"Yes. I see that. But why?" he growls, as if annoyed he has to ask the question again, but differently. 

"My father." I answer. "He wanted me to join the Battle Guard."

"And you?" He says, lifting a hand and I hold my breath as he reaches behind my shoulder, grabbing a braid and pulling it forward over my shoulder, sliding his thumb and fingers down the hair that falls just below my small breasts. His knuckles slip along the leather vest, over my breast, just barely as he drags his thumb and fingers all the way down slowly to the tip of my hair that's tied with a black leather hair tie. 

"What do you want to do Silver.....you look made for many things..." he says and then repeats the same thing with my other braid, dragging it over my shoulder. Giving this one a slight tug at the end and making my brows pinch. "But a fighter isnt one of them." he says. 

"I wanted to be a healer...or a teacher....sir." I answer and he hums. 

"I like to teach as well.." he says and then looks me up and down, leering at me like he's got Vision powers that are undressing me. 

"I could teach you some things Silver" he says and then moves even closer, his hand lifting beneath my chin, raising it higher.

"Whatever you wish, sir." I answer, as if I dont know what he's trying to insinuate. Fucking jackass. 

"Mm. Yes. whatever I wish." he says and then grabs my jaw, it's not hard , but it's firm. 

"Tell me first year..." he says. " Do you let Rylus teach you things?" 

My brows pinch. 

"I'm not sure what you mean sir." I answer. 

 "I'm sure you do Salayna" he says and then moves his body against me and my breath hitches. I wasnt sure if I wanted to reach out and grab his dick to rip it off, or to beg him to let me have it. He was infuriatingly attractive for a bastard. It was toxic the way my body was responding to his bullshit. 

I shake my head. "I don't." I answer , my breath barely fucking there. 

"Does he fuck the generals daughter ?" he asks bluntly and I feel my eyes blow wide, and I shake my head. 

"no. He doesn't." I say through gritted teeth. 

A small little smirk forms on his lips. "But you want him to." he says. 

I lift up my hand, smacking his hand from chin. I know I'm not supposed to touch him like that, not supposed to show any fucking push back to the captain, but fuck him. 

"Are you jealous? Did you want him for yourself?" I ask.

His brow arches high and I choke on any more words, cause fuck, why was I making this worse. Just shut up and let him be an asshole to you Salayna. You need to fucking live past the first fucking day. 

"Oh Silver....he's not my type." he shakes his head and then reaches back to my chin, grabbing. And this time it's hard.

"And I'd watch your mouth little girl." he says, his eyes narrowing with a promise. 

"Or what? You'll kill me, because of who my father is?" I bite back through the pain of his grip on my jaw. Jesus, was he trying to crush my jaw? Probably. 

He leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear.  "Or I'll fucking make sure you never speak again." 

"what? cut out my tongue?" I growl angrily as he still keeps my jaw fucking gripped and his mouth near my ear.

"There's plenty of ways to keep you from running that little mouth...all I'd need to do...is keep it full Silver." he says through gritted teeth. 

"And i'll i'd need to do it bite it off." I hiss. 

He chuckles in my ear. 

"Go back to your group, first year." he orders.

"Gladly" I say, reaching up and pushing his hand from my jaw as I step back. And his hand only moves, because he LETS me push it away. 

"Sir." I bite out and he grins as I shove past him towards the main hall.