Moonspear Losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Alaric shifted at her words and gave a guarded smile. One of the few he ever offered. My body is given freely, but my heart is something I guard well. So no my lady no one has won it. But nor has anyone tried.

He gave a small shrug of athletic shoulders. He was a trader, in every way of the word. He had traded flesh for food and bed. He had traded food and stories and songs. He had learned early in his travels that it didn't bode well to wear your heart so openly. So he played the charmer, the rogue, the brother, whatever it was that was needed.