Lion Head Mesa dyestain

Only the beginning, he whispered into her throat.

Arsenio held onto Tamar until the silence had grown heavy in the room, and he knew that he would be missed at his post if he did not hurry back to guard the queen. Still, he wished he could remain there with her for a while longer and have the sweet autumn maid for company. He wished to hear her talk, of her mother, of the sands, even of the leaves she gathered to tend to the wounded.

I will meet with my employer soon and will ask what must be done to fulfill your contract. You will leave as a free woman, and you will owe nothing to these wolves.

Arsenio’s gaze held her own for a while. He smiled to her, warmed by her presence. The redstone guard brushed his nose against her cheek once more and drank in her scent.

I should return to my post…

But you can give me a reason to stay.