‘Here, son, drink this. It will sooth you. You are spent and in deep fever.’ The voice was melodious, familiar, calming in its sing-song tone. I r...ached for the flagon and heard an audible sigh, as the dry, taut bone of a hand closed for a long moment over the signet ring on my index finger. At a second sigh, my hand was released, and I drank greedily from the flagon. The wine was rich, red, delicious to the taste. I could not achieve my fill of it. ‘And bread. Eat a morsel of bread.’ Once more. She was on her break. Here was Mark's chance. It took him five minutes to muster up enough courage to approach her.He had to hurry before she left. He moved to a table close to her and tried to catch her attention by smiling at her. Mark's heart skipped a beat when she smiled back at him and ask him if he liked her number. Mark bought her a drink and soon they were chatting and laughing as though they had known each other a long time. This eventually led to some touching and fondling. When she. YEP!!! She's dreaming about something, and getting turned on by it, he thought. He took a closer look, and rubbed his finger over her vagina. He barely separated her labia, and pulled his finger back, looking at, then tasting, it. She's having a wet dream, too, he thought. He thought further about waking her for a little piece, but reconsidered. His body still ached from the long trip home, and, if anything, getting a "little piece" of her would be nearly impossible. Once she got turned on, she. Then again, he won’t get that many recruits from his invasion. Again, it’s not highly populated, after all,” Lord Royce read and interpreted the new message.“Who’s the nearest lord, with the nearest castle up that way?” Lord Robin Arryn inquired.“That would be Lord Ned Umber, of House Umber and the Last Hearth. I just hope that my brother’s faith in the young lad will prove well-placed. Then again, if he betrayed us now, it would cost him his life and freedom, spending the rest of his existence.