Name: Max<br/>Location: Holding cell/edge of village<br/>Tagged: Yazmen<br/><br/>"Yes my queen." Max stood up and in a light jog took off out of the room. His blades now clanked loudly against his leather clad legs. His hair blew behind his back with each stride. He hated when he was ordered to find Yazmen, she was....attractive and it made him feel strange, mostly because he was trained to only serve his queen but he had feelings for her. Max came out to the jungle and saw her with her bow. Slowly he moved up behind her and dropped to his knee again as he was taught to do. "Excuse me my lady...you are wanted in the holding cells by your sister and my Queen. Im sorry to disturb you on your hunt...and promise to do what I can to make it up to you."<br/><br/>He looked up and his eyes rested on her ass for a moment before shooting back down to the ground. Why did he feel this way? Why did his heart ache to please two women of the same blood? He felt wrong and often longed for guidance but was afraid to speak to his queen about this matter. He would hate to upset her over such trivial matters.