Samantha pushed her way past Maric and threw herself at Faren. She smothered him in kisses.<br/>“I don’t care if you are a sultan and have five wives. I will be wife number six. I don’t care any more about that anyone says about morals and restraints. You are mine and I will die fighting for you. I will live with you and sleep with you and freely give you my body. I will raise your daughter and give birth to  your sons. I will suckle them at my breasts and pray you find happiness there too.”<br/>Her words were rushed and breathless. As paused to reframe more thoughts, a burst of applause burst from the cell in the back. She threw the Sheriff an annoyed look but did not blush, giving testimony to  the depth of her resolve.<br/>When she started talking about breasts and bodies, Maric carefully backed out of the room. He could hear Nimue in that statement. His wife had definitely corrupted the girl.<br/>````````````````<br/>Lord Varatt and Nimue were well away from the rendezvous spot and Nimue’s mount was acting up. She sawed at the reins and cursed the creature for not being a dragon. She still struggled to feel entiredly comfortable running along the ground, being jostled by uneven ground. Reigna was turning into a heavy sack of potatoes as far as Nimue was concerned and her constant whiny voice grated on her nerves.<br/>Reigna opened her mouth to remind them of her station in life once more when her words were cut off in mid statement. An arrow protruded from her neck.