The meeting between the two families seemed perfectly normal. There was lots of hugging and chaste, familial kissing. It was just like any other sets ...f American cousins who hadn’t seen each other in a while.David Clark was a few years older than his sister, a bit shorter than Michael with a bit more gray in his hair. Rebecca his wife looked like a model. She was almost supernaturally thin, not an ounce of fat on her, with pale skin and long, black hair. Two of their children were in college,. He had brown hair that was cropped short for convenience, a strong jaw, and a pair of piercing, blue eyes. His skin was tanned and leathery, and he had a prominent scar on his cheek. His shining armor fit him like a glove, and he carried himself with more confidence than his companions. Iden’s instincts warned him that the knight was a seasoned warrior, not merely the son of some rich Lord who had been promoted beyond his station.“I have business with that dragon,” Iden replied, one hand. It would pass as a little afternoon entertainment for these idle ladies-in-waiting,Yet the pain of those heels!Like knives!And for what?Wretchedly - as she often did - Flavia thought of her former life in her beloved, gentle homeland. Where people were kind and considerate. Even to slaves!This Barbaria was a monstrosity. From which there was no escape.At least, from which, to Flavia, there seemed no escape.Little did that enchanting young woman know that, at that very moment, the Barbarian. As their relationship grew and the reality of it was undeniable to each other, their conservative response to propriety took over. Both having become without spouses after long marital relationships and without families, they found themselves torn between honoring those memories, presenting respectful service to Mr. Koningh, and old-fashioned propriety, especially as they discovered resurgent sexual interest.Now, here she sat, pressed up against that same man with her employer in the room as.