Earlier that day, in a coach from the capitol with the shades drawn, Bran groaned softly, starscape eyes squeezing shut.  The carriage bounced and clattered. He stroked the sunshine-blond hair of the girl kneeling between his legs, sucking hard as she bobbed her head up and down...<br/><br/>Up and down...<br/><br/>Up and down.<br/><br/>“Theus!” the young knight exclaimed.  “Drink, Margaret!  Drink deep!”  He clenched his teeth shut not to roar in bliss as the blond girl accommodated him.  A few moments of bliss later, she giggled and licked her lips clean, took a quick drink of wine, then laced Bran's pants up and slithered up onto his lap.<br/><br/>“Off on another grand adventure, Bran?” the maid inquired.  “You're going to send me back to the palace and have all the fun on your own, aren't you?” she touched his nose chidingly, “Probably deflower a few local maidens without me around to share in the fun.”<br/><br/>Bran smiled fondly at the made and kissed her full on the lips.  “Sweet Margaret, the last place in the world I want you is in close proximity to one of the goodly folk who thinks he's been wronged.”<br/><br/>The maid shook her head, then giggled and snuggled up into Bran.  The two kissed and cuddled for the rest of the ride.  When they arrived, though, she didn't argue, but gave him a good luck kiss and road back to Carleon with the coach.<br/><br/>The knight of the high king slung his kit over one shoulder, and his beautiful sword across his back, then strode through town in search of the inn where he would meet with the local authorities.<br/>