<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Edward d’Alambart</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Reeve of the King</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0f2924cf-6f75-4d40-9624-644687d02b67_zps91f85a12.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Edward never could stay angry in the presence of Marisol and her velvety voice was already soothing him. His arms wrapped around her slender body and he pulled her to his chest. Her curvy figure snuck up to him like it was a soft fur wrapping around him. His lips found hers and all his anger and stress dissipated in the endless kiss he was giving her. It was kind of unusual for a whore to kiss her customer, but Marisol had not in the beginning. So Edward believed she did it only with him and that he meant to her as much as she meant to him. His hands to undress her and he knew that she would try to beat him again by undressing him quicker than he managed to unlace her. But this time his need was so large, that her dress already slipped to the floor, while his pants were still on him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Ah, you really missed me..."</span><br/><br/>Edward chuckled and as soon as his pants glided to the floor he lifted the young girl up and carried her over to the bed. He had no idea how Marisol treated other customers but their love-making had always more from the softness of lovers than of the business-like rushing he had experienced before Marisol with other whores. It wasn't any different today. And Edward was quite sure that the fire he saw in Marisol's eyes wasn't something other customers ever witnessed.<br/><br/>When she lay in his arms after the first frantic round of love-making, his fingers brushed her dark hair out of the face, before trailing over her busted lip. It made him incredibly sad to see that Marisol got treated like that. He wanted her to be safe, out of the reach of swines like the one who had done to her. But he couldn't take her to the castle? Or could he? He looked her a little bit puzzled.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Marisol, if I would want to take you with me to the castle, would you come with me?”</span></div>