82 - A Linger Of Peace

It was a custom practiced in different Houses to appoint one of the finest maidens to please a visitor that was of high regard.

Since leader Tyrek wasn't in the Cave, and Ny'ka was being watched; it was certain that the Priest had made this arrangement. Since they knew that his relationship with Belladonna was different from what they had misunderstood it to be, they had taken this step; a different thing from when they had first gotten to the Cave.

“Did the Priest send you?” Alaris walked away from the bed, taking off his weapons and hanging them on the wall.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“You may go back to him. This is unnecessary.”

“I stay of my own freewill. I want to please you, I will grant you the greatest pleasures, I promise.”

He smiled, turning to her. “The only pleasure I want is a war won, my throne, and your freedom.” His gaze swept over her body; her thin brown dress that left little to imagination. “You may be in the wrong attire for that.”