<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 awoke when a spider lowered itself on his cheek from the ceiling. Probably the warmth of the skin had attracted the spider, but if he could ever talk with his kin again, he could tell them that large warm spots at night should better be avoided. Unfortunately he wasn't able to give his species this wise advice, as Edward's large hand squashed him into some pulp, so it was very likely that this fault would repeat itself in some other rooms of the large castle. But the accident had left Edward wide awake at a far to early hour. He rolled on his back and cleaned his hand at the sheet. With the sun creeping in the room it wasn't very likely that he would sleep again, but he felt not like rising too. His mind drifted to Amena and how different she was to his own wife. They had married out of political reason and while they had found some basement for their marriage, that could be somehow be called love, it had never been anything like Amena seemed to feel for Yakari. He and his wife had their fair share of sexual contact and they had managed to have three beautiful kids he loved dearly, but as there had never been a fire burning it had quickly ceased to glowing embers and then not even to that.<br/><br/>Edward had not been too sorry when he had to leave his castle to live at Ipale with the King. His work had filled him and made him happy and while he missed his kids, he had never really missed his wife. In such a large castle like Ipale there was always some adultery going on and Edward had been tempted a few times by some noble lady, but his position and his loyalty to the crown had stopped him, before he made a fault. But the flesh is weak and he had frequented the whorehouses in the town, when it had been to hard to endure. Like in every important town the whorehouses spread from those offering the old, fat and ugly for the simple folks to the exquisite ones, offering only the young, beautiful or exotic. There was never a lack of fresh blood, as the slavers offered young women for every taste. And his favourite whorehouse was led by a midthirty woman, who seemed to have an excellent taste in the girls she wanted to work for her. When he had seen the young girl from Spain for the first time, he was immediately attracted to her. And this attraction had slowly turned into an addiction. He had never taken another whore after he had been with her for the first time. Somehow she seemed to see more than some regular customer in him too. Of course it was only business...how could he feel more for her than lust, she was a whore, wasn't she?<br/><br/>Edward sighed and he looked down to his hard dick. Damn, only thinking of her turned him on. And with the tournament going on, there was no chance to visit her. He had not seen her yesterday at the tournament, maybe she would be here today. But there was no chance he would be able to sneak away to her. Damn!</div>