The things started getting weird about three days after that shot. Itstarted in the office, at a Friday afternoon. I felt increasingly illand my tempe...ature rose, I could feel it. My boss asked what was wrongand I told I was probably getting a cold. She ordered me to go home andhave some rest, what I did. I barely managed to go to my newly rentedapartment, open the door, get some food and some aspirin and go to bed.I woke up a few hours latter, feeling quite feverish. I had nothermometer at. Only Sir Givens’ domen, and an occasional purchase by the few nobles who passed through Hasp, let them sell any swords at all. Ardt considered the shop reliant on Sir Givens’ domen for the lucrative battle weapon trade; evidently, a sword and shield apprentice might have an occasional accident or bring a blade that was more for decoration than use. He never considered Yren’s blades might be getting a reputation far beyond the little town.Ardt scoffed incredulously at the foolish armor Yren’d. In the meanwhile, he kept on opening the buttons of her gown. Very soon, she was standing almost nude in front of him............... She had nothing but a black panty. Below her long and slender neck, she had a pair of the most beautiful boobs. Her breasts were full and round. They were topped with light brown nipples. They were quite small but looking very hard. Below her breasts, she had a tight and flat tummy. She had white pair of legs, with no hair on them. She didn't have a single dot on. “Stop that,” Rusol said, pushing the hand away. He was twenty-two years old, but his brother still treated him like a child.Rikard was everything that Rusol wasn’t. Not just heir to the throne, but also strong, smart, charming, and good at talking to women. Rusol could never decide whether he hated his brother or loved him. Sometimes he thought it might be both.“Rikard,” King Marten said, “we’ve got the meeting with Lord Samuel in an hour. Rus, I think he’s bringing his son with him, and maybe.