I held her against me as she poured out her emotions. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it tingled through me. A sad man watched on as a woman lay in the passionate arms of another man. “What are you?” Father asked, his dagger whisking as he drew it. Look at how sad he is.”
“Very…” Otmar said, his voice thick. “I slept with him. I’m so sorry, Sven. Maybe… “The Messenger,” the woman said while the thing projecting it trembled, its mandibles twitching. I could remember the euphoria of the drink buzzing through my veins as I stumbled home with my brother and Ava. He sat astride a massive warhorse, looking resplendent in his armor, his face dark shadows surrounded by his lank, blond hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sven Falk – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
Ava’s blue eyes opened as I stroked her nipple. “It broke her vows to our God and twisted her priestly connection,” Thea was saying as I reached the mural. “The Paragon is adding a condition to your agreement.”
“Really?” my father growled, leaning over his desk. My stomach suddenly roiled. I winced. I could only stand there, still stunned by shock. But if he did…
