The Sovereign Crown: Volume Three

By Matthew Nelson, published Sep 27, 2007
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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Casualties

This morning, like most mornings in Padrian, were cool and gentle, with a slight breeze rolling in off of the Sea of Dark Watch. The bedchamber was a sprawling mess; three sparsely-clothed, attractive women lay atop a single male figure that was also lightly clothed. The woman to the left of the male figure was tall with long blonde hair, graced with a rather voluptuous figure. To the male's right lay an elegant looking strawberry blonde, positioned with her face nestled into his shoulder. At the male's feet lay a dark-skinned woman with long, jet-black hair that swirled about her like a cloak of night. The room was fairly spacious, its large windows overlooking the city. The figure, Khitwyn Gwyndodale, lay snuggled into the back of tall blonde, with his face buried in her enormous mane of corn silk colored hair as the woman to his right draped her arm lazily over his shoulder. The windows to Khitwyn's room stood open as he rolled over shifting his position to be a little more comfortable, trying to catch more of the relaxing currents that washed into the room, the noise from the street below filtered up to his ears and the ladies as well as they began to stir next to him. It was his signal to make his way over to getting dressed and down the stairs to tend the establishment.

Khitwyn slid his arm free of the woman to his right and eased himself up to a sitting position. Carefully he rolled over to his right arching his body over hers and placing a foot on the floor without a sound. The large blonde woman stirred, snuggled Khitwyn's empty pillow, whispered something to it, then giggled giddily and promptly went back to sleep. Khitwyn smiled amusedly at her and was relieved that Tassa, the woman that was on his right did not hear what Kyndra had said.

"Master Khitwyn, do you wish breakfast?" Suki, the third woman whom lay curled up at the foot of the bed, rose first and purred at Khitwyn. She stretched lifting her hands high in the air and flexing her fingers, her bare breasts swaying with her body movements.

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