“Thank you, Meritocrat Wellat. I stand before you with the child of my body to give you her name and have her recognised as heir to the Empire.”�...We wait in anticipation, Serenissima,” Wellat replied, keeping to the strict protocols of Imperial recognition with regards to the Royal Family.“Nobles and Bureaucrats, I give you Amanda, first of her name, our Princess and heir to the throne of the Empire.”“We recognise you, Princess Amanda, as heir to the Empire!” Wellat (who was one of the few who. The bound girl felt a rope being tied around her neck and then drawn taut above her head like a noose.Stephanie was afraid to move. One slip and she could hang herself so she stood perfectly still as the stranger undid the buckles and lacings of her armbinder. As he pulled it off, Stephanie rolled her shoulders a bit to relax the stiffness in them."Remember, eyes shut," the voice said.The captive woman felt the latex hood being peeled away from her head and realized just how sweaty and dirty. He looked at Tara and could see she was blushing."I didn't mean heated up that way! Blast you women, is that all you ever think about?"His wives simply nodded and grinned at him. Tara couldn't help but laugh herself now as she could see Scott's wives teasing him. Scott dragged a chair over in front of the roaring fire and helped Tara out of her thick quilted clothing. She explained that she had borrowed it from some of the people at Oban before setting out for Inveraray. It had apparently taken. This is done with his knowledge and I wanted to bring his nice story into another language.Before we start, I would like to clarify three things that are very important to me.First: She is many things - adventurer, grave robber, treasure hunter, heroine, savior of mankind, sex symbol, wet dream of a whole generation of nerds ... whatever. But there is one thing she is definitely not: an archaeologist. Where the hell did this woman study? Who taught her to explore historically immeasurably.