Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

his body said what his words did not. men. mireille's mouth twisted. to give in would be to reward his slight. 
her own figure urged her to examine the breadth of his shoulders, his clear eyes, his healthy demeanour. the seawolf needed only one thing from him.
but others had given. 
"be sorry elsewhere," mireille suddenly snarled, flashing red in the air; she meant to drive him away as she had done the others. 
his penitence could cede her this land, surely.