Drow Girlfriend: Viovrouh #2 (special preview)

The scrolls begin like most wars do, as the Drow were first approached in hopes of sharing the land. But of course, the Drow didn’t want to. It was theirs and there were scared shrines and alters for their gods that shouldn’t be disturbed. This angered the king at the time, a man called Harcourt. There were notes in the margins speaking of his ill temper and violent mood swings as well as having been jilted by Usinso, the Drow queen. It seemed the scholars who had transcribed these texts knew more than the actuals texts did.

King Harcourt attacked Queen Usinso and her soldiers, overwhelming them by having waves of his men attacking constantly. One wave would hit, retreat, and then another wave of fresh warriors would swoop in to take their place. In the end, the Drow were exhausted and barely able to stand on their feet. 

It was at this time the Drow split into two factions, one broke off and left, escaping across the Cobra Strait and then going far north. The rest of the Drow stayed, eventually being driven out of Allhbelle and finding refuge in the underground where King Harcourt lost sight of them. 

It was said King Harcourt was plagued by visions of the gods of the Drow. He claimed that Queen Usinso would come into his room and stare at him from the corner at night. He eventually let his madness get to him and died from jumping from his window and landing on the ruins of where one of the Drow shrines stood. 

I set the texts aside after reading them and pour myself a stiff drink. To be honest, I cannot be mad at the Drow for what happened to them. Their land was taken by a dishonest man who sounds like he was off his rocker and took it out on a woman who spurned him. As I take my drink my doors open again and Viovrouh steps inside.

“What do you want?” I snarl at her. “Get out.”

“Not just yet I won’t,” she growls low at me. “My women and I heard some of your men talking in barracks. Not men, but a few, they were discussing turning themselves over to the kingdom of Charbagne, hoping they could sell secrets for their lives.”

I stare down at my desk in confusion. “You can’t be serious.”

“My women approached them, asking why they wanted to go to Charbagne and the men attacked,” Viovrouh puts her hands on my shoulders and kneads. “I didn’t kill them, but they aren’t as handsome as they used to be.” She presses her chest against my back and slides her hands down inside my shirt. “We’ve got them tied up in the dungeons, waiting for you.”