"Errr, maybe don't attack the lord of this castle, no." He chuckles. "I promise not to get drunk and expose you." After a few moments of awkward...
She clutches him close, kissing him, as her hand goes down his trousers. "Good."
He chuckles. "Would being social kill you? That said, maybe it would be best for you and Olga to keep out of sight. I hear Lady Ophelia's father...
Her hand goes lower. "No, I just want to hear you say it." She grins mischievously.
She kisses back. "Oh, you love someone, do you?"
"Mmmh, that's lovely, Angelo." She gives a soft moan. "This is lovely, isn't it? Don't think about anything, just forget your worries." She...
"Well, we don't leave until after the party. Lady Ophelia's father is coming here for an inspection tomorrow, so we'll leave after that."
She giggles. "Of course, I'm hardly going to turn that down."
Marguerite smirks, as Sarva nestles against Angelo. "I bet you could..." The inquisitor washes soap onto Allune's back, her fingers digging deep...
"I've only really talked with Lady Ophelia and that Pole with the moustache, but they seem to know what they're doing, and they're decent company."
"Oh, I was just enjoying the view." She strips, revealing the curvy body that Angelo has gotten to know so well, and gets into the bath next to...
He nods. "If you're heading north, then so are we. I'm glad we inspire confidence in you." He smiles.
She groans. "Damn it, you're persistent."
In the courtyard, she sees soldiers preparing for the trip. Kuril, her father's man inspects his own men as one is lashed, walking up to the trio...
"No, you always preferred it when I called you daddy and master, if I remember correctly, but I always loved to call you uncle Arne. She sits...
She doesn't see anyone approach her, and Ilya keeps chattering happily with her as they leave.
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