It's called "The Chain of Chalec."
It was early morning in Saburinda, capital city of Northern Egypt and the sun had only just risen above the horizon. Even so the morning chill had already left the air as Princess Krystalene, accompanied by her personal bodyguard and handmaidens, walked along a stretch of beach close to the palace walls.
The fierce winds and stifling heat that had engulfed the city for ten days had mercifully abated. The breeze that blew against her face was cool and the Princess felt her spirits lift slightly.
The incessant chatter and giggling of her young companions began to irritate Krystalene so that she lengthened her stride to escape the sound of their shrill voices. Walking close to the water’s edge, she kicked off her sandals and the cold water lapped about her slim ankles. She glanced back over her shoulder and was pleased to see that the girls were now some distance away, laughing and flirting with her guard.
Princess Krystalene was seventeen and a woman of wondrous and legendary beauty. Tall, slender and of exquisite form and feature many claimed that the sun in its circuit never shone on anything more fair. She had large green eyes and thick black hair that hung to her shoulders and was held back from her wide brow by a wreath of gold and enamel flowers.
She was slim and her body perfectly proportioned. Beneath the mist-linen robe of white she wore, her legs were long and shapely and her breasts small, firm and high.
Presently she came to a rocky outcrop where the land seemed to be pointing an accusing finger at the sea. The tide was still out, so it was simple to walk around the obstacle by holding up her robe and wading up to her calves in the water. She reached the other side of the outcrop and as she did so something in the distance drew her attention.
Krystalene held her hands up to shield her eyes against the glare of the sun. At first glance the object laying half in and half out of the water appeared to be a piece of flotsam thrown up during the night. Still, there was something about it that made her quicken her step and then suddenly start running.
As she got closer she realized with a shock that it was a human form. Heart pounding she ran up to the body and one glance at the prostrate form was enough to confirm that it was a man. He was sprawled on his back and he was naked. She dropped to her knees beside him and bent her head to press her ear against his chest. Above the cries of the sea birds and the noise of the water lapping about her, she could just discern a heartbeat in him. His face and body were badly lacerated and bruised and he had a deep gash above his right eye.
Krystalene gently lifted his head and rested it in her lap then brushed sand from his mouth and nose. He shuddered violently and for a moment she feared he had breathed his last. She was relieved when after pressing her head against his cold chest, she once again heard his heart beating.
CHAPTER ONE
It was early morning in Saburinda, capital city of Northern Egypt and the sun had only just risen above the horizon. Even so the morning chill had already left the air as Princess Krystalene, accompanied by her personal bodyguard and handmaidens, walked along a stretch of beach close to the palace walls.
The fierce winds and stifling heat that had engulfed the city for ten days had mercifully abated. The breeze that blew against her face was cool and the Princess felt her spirits lift slightly.
The incessant chatter and giggling of her young companions began to irritate Krystalene so that she lengthened her stride to escape the sound of their shrill voices. Walking close to the water’s edge, she kicked off her sandals and the cold water lapped about her slim ankles. She glanced back over her shoulder and was pleased to see that the girls were now some distance away, laughing and flirting with her guard.
Princess Krystalene was seventeen and a woman of wondrous and legendary beauty. Tall, slender and of exquisite form and feature many claimed that the sun in its circuit never shone on anything more fair. She had large green eyes and thick black hair that hung to her shoulders and was held back from her wide brow by a wreath of gold and enamel flowers.
She was slim and her body perfectly proportioned. Beneath the mist-linen robe of white she wore, her legs were long and shapely and her breasts small, firm and high.
Presently she came to a rocky outcrop where the land seemed to be pointing an accusing finger at the sea. The tide was still out, so it was simple to walk around the obstacle by holding up her robe and wading up to her calves in the water. She reached the other side of the outcrop and as she did so something in the distance drew her attention.
Krystalene held her hands up to shield her eyes against the glare of the sun. At first glance the object laying half in and half out of the water appeared to be a piece of flotsam thrown up during the night. Still, there was something about it that made her quicken her step and then suddenly start running.
As she got closer she realized with a shock that it was a human form. Heart pounding she ran up to the body and one glance at the prostrate form was enough to confirm that it was a man. He was sprawled on his back and he was naked. She dropped to her knees beside him and bent her head to press her ear against his chest. Above the cries of the sea birds and the noise of the water lapping about her, she could just discern a heartbeat in him. His face and body were badly lacerated and bruised and he had a deep gash above his right eye.
Krystalene gently lifted his head and rested it in her lap then brushed sand from his mouth and nose. He shuddered violently and for a moment she feared he had breathed his last. She was relieved when after pressing her head against his cold chest, she once again heard his heart beating.
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