Her hips swayed with uncanny grace, the sheer silk of her skirt barely concealing the voluptuous curve of her delicate backside. A silver chain hung loosely about her waist, but Collin was uninterested in such baubles as he followed the servant, roughly his sisters' age, up to the second floor of the tower.
"How long have you served master Bardiche," He asked the young servant? Without glancing back she replied, "since my sixteenth summer. At times he can be a very...demanding lord, but I imagine most men are such." With a wry grin, the young warrior asked, "So you've never been with another man?" In response she hastened her pace. 'Gods be praised,' he thought.
At the second floor landing she abruptly turned and unceremoniously cast open the door to the immediate left of them. "Your roo
