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He caetting better You want to beat me to a bloody pulp but you’re able to restrain yourself Nice" He desperately wanted to touch her, but he fought the desire as best he could He had no idea his huruffly "Let’s start again"

"So" Morfyd placed a bowl of stew in front of Annwyl "Tell me about your Brastias"

Annwyl frowned "He’s not my Brastias At the moment, he’s no worin "Interested?"

"What?" Morfyd started "No"

"Oh, then you are just being nosy"

"Oh, forget I asked"

Annwyl dug into the hearty stew After her long day with the knight, her body demanded sustenance

"Is it hard to be with all those men? All day? Every day?"

Annwyl drank some of Morfyd’s wine She knew no threat of infection remained, but the wine still tasted unbelievably delicious

"Not at all"

"Really?"

"Absolutely Just let one of the ht at the shoulder joint Then, as he’s bleeding to death, you slas, and you’ll find the other men leave you alone"

Morfyd stared at Annide eyes "What?"

Morfyd cleared her throat "Nothing"

Annwyl could hear Fearghus cohty step he took She didn’t look up froon"

"Lady Annwyl"

"I ondering when you were going to colanced at Morfyd "Don’t you have soon bulared but stood up "Fine I’e"

"Good idea All those sick huon while addressing Annwyl "See you in the ht"

Annwyl finished off her stew, then turned to the dragon, a chalice of wine in her hand

"So, Lord Dragon, what are your plans for this evening?"

He adjusted his body aardly and the end of his deadly tail landed gently in her lap "Well, I thought we could do that thing again"

"That thing?" Annwyl desperately fought a se shaped like an arrowhead and as sharp She briefly wondered if the dragon ever needed to sharpen it with a stone "Do you ?"