Sword And the Spell 01: the Grey Robe
“The air in the peaceful stable was deliciously warm and the remains of last season’s hay reasonably fragrant despite its age. Beneath the hayloft the horses stood dozing whilst their tales flicked away the odd fly, making gentle swishing sounds. Sunlight poured in through a high window and a myriad of multi-coloured dust motes glinted as they floated in and out of the sun's rays.
He eased himself up onto one elbow and looked down the length of his body. It was strong and muscular and perfectly tanned in those places which were exposed to the sun every day. In contrast the rest was pale and unblemished, free from the scars which most men of twenty summers gained whilst practising at arms. For all that it was a hard body, honed by hunting and riding and other strenuous but pleasurable activities which the younger brother to the future King of Essenland could indulge in. It was the sort of body no girl could resist and so far, none had, except for the one and for some strange reason he c...ouldn’t get that girl out of his mind.MoreLess
He eased himself up onto one elbow and looked down the length of his body. It was strong and muscular and perfectly tanned in those places which were exposed to the sun every day. In contrast the rest was pale and unblemished, free from the scars which most men of twenty summers gained whilst practising at arms. For all that it was a hard body, honed by hunting and riding and other strenuous but pleasurable activities which the younger brother to the future King of Essenland could indulge in. It was the sort of body no girl could resist and so far, none had, except for the one and for some strange reason he c...ouldn’t get that girl out of his mind.MoreLess
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