Isaac's Adventures #015 (Patreon)

Isaac drew his sword just in time to catch Chloe's attack, and the clash of steel rang out in the empty forest clearing. 

As Isaac struggled to parry her subsequent strikes, he was shocked to see that his beloved princess possessed such skill!  But actually, it explained a few things that had puzzled him from their childhood.

Chloe had always bragged about her "shadow arts" training, and yet if you put her in front of candle she couldn't even produce a decent bunny rabbit or quacking duck.  It was now clear that he'd misunderstood the nature of her lessons. 

But in the present, Isaac was in a moment of crisis. He could never bring himself to hurt Chloe, but if he didn't, it was just a matter of time before one of her knives would find his neck. 

Thankfully, he was spared making that grim choice. Chloe gasped as a familiar purple tail emerged from the night to coil itself around her torso. She dropped her knives and struggled in vain, Parkeriss had ensnared her completely.

"Unfaithful, you called me," said Isaac as he sheathed his sword. "How do you figure? It was you who rejected my proposal."

At first, Chloe's response was nonsensical stream of profanity as she thrashed against Parkerriss's hold. When that proved futile, she composed herself, if slightly.

"You were supposed to beg!" she growled at last. "You were supposed to beg and grovel and abandon your dignity, and after a couple years of that I would have said yes!"

"But what did you do instead? Forget me immediately! You traipsed off to fornicate with witches and priestesses and had a baby with a slime! You've broken my heart and for that you must die!"

Isaac was taken aback. She was right, he did set off on his quest to find a wife more or less immediately after she rejected him. But it hadn't been because he'd forgotten Chloe, far from it. He set out in attempt to forget her and his own broken heart, though over time it had proved impossible. 

He began to voice as much, but was cut off by a chilling screech from the trees. Several more screeches followed amidst the flapping of leathery wings.

"I know that sound," said Parkeriss, her eyes wide with fear. "Vampires!"

"The camp!" cried Isaac. "Blobbo!"

to be continued!