Time To Leave

The Human Enemy’s Land, Eleven Hundred Years Before

“Hmm,” Thaelen sighed it out through his nose. He did not correct the human’s assumption that he was the lover of Lady Beupraxia – it wasn’t entirely untrue, as he was involved, unwillingly, in her sexual games, although he had never f-ked the Lady herself, nor did he wish to ever do so. “I am guessing that you are here to try me out before you decide?”

He was getting far more sexual interest in the small, filthy cell, then he had in his many years as a prince of Concordia, Thaelen thought. “Is it the chains?” He wondered, dropping his eyes to his wrists.

“I have no interest in f-king a man who still wears my mother’s sweat on his skin,” Flavian sneered. “I will return this evening once you have bathed. If you impress me, then I might spare your life.” He turned and left the cell with his bodyguards.

Thaelen sat heavily down on the bed, relieved that he would not need to contaminate himself further with the despicable Lord and Lady u