Black Morass ii. youngblood

she seems two sandwiches short of a picnic. the way her eyes remain half-lidded, tempered and gentle. perhaps what he should've been expected of a handmaiden, if kovictus is to be believed. he'd hoped for just a little more excitement — feist in her. but he will take her anyways, his first but not his last woman. she was pretty, that was enough.

i'm new, yes. i'll be your praetor his chest puffs. and you? one of the reverend mother's pupils? or the reverend mother herself. hopefully, not the latter. at least not in his boss' domain.