Duncan's eyes flashed open.<br/><br/>His breathing was steady and his body remained motionless but his senses were heightened as he scanned the bath room. How long had he been asleep in his bath, he wondered. But more importantly, why did he feel as if someone or some THING was watching him.<br/><br/>Satisfied that there wasn't anyone in the room besides him he stood up, his sword in his right hand. He looked around the room again but there still wasn't anyone to be seen. He stepped out of the cold water and reached for a towel that lay neatly folded on a stool by the tub.<br/><br/>He was thankful for the hour of sleep he had had and even more so for not having to answer Gweneth's questions. The Lady seemed to have left him be, at least for a while and he was glad.<br/><br/>Wrapping the towel around his waist Duncan moved onto the balcony and lean forward with his hands on the low wall. The smell of freshly baked bread and cheese made his stomach growl.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling of being watched, and focused on a flame in his inner being. His breathing became even and calm and his thoughts more focused on that single flame in his mind. The flickering ceased and the flame burned bright. He was ready.<br/><br/>His sword flashed in a semi circle as Duncan moved into the first of several Blade Katas. His body moved gracefully from "The Swarn on the Lilly" to "The Wolf's fangs" as his sword slashed, parried and lunged at would be attackers. Duncan's body gracefully moved into the other 13 Katas before he repeated them 3 more times, just as he had done every single morning. The practice helped him keep focus and calmed his mind but it also served as a whet stone for his skills. The complacent dies completely, he believed. He was not about to go that easy.<br/><br/>His body was glazed in a thin sheen of sweat as he practiced on the balcony. His longish hair tied in a knot at his nape. His muscular body seemed as if it was chiseled out of cold hard stone, his skin bore no scars though his body has known the agony of far too many wounds in his long life. His healing never left a trace except a slight tingling feeling where a scar should have been, even that fading in a day.<br/><br/>Duncan's sword swept around him as he swung his body suddenly to the right, the blade barely touching the slender neck of a serving maid who almost dropped the tray she had in her hands. Eyes wide, mouth open in a scream that was robbed of any sound, the woman stood there frozen.<br/><br/>"You almost lost that pretty head of yours lass" he smiled as he moved the sword away from the maid's neck.<br/><br/>Taking the sliver tray from her hands, he placed it on the balcony wall and leaned back on it, arms crossed over his chest.<br/><br/>The maid's eyes wandered over his half naked body and he knew any woman would find it hard to resist such a fine sight. She was pretty and her body seemed well proportioned. Her breasts full and heaving as she fought to catch her breath from her near death experience.<br/><br/>Duncan walked around her, his eyes undressing her as she stood there, hands clasped in front of her.<br/><br/>"The Lady Gweneth asked me to bring you your breakfast, Lord" she said plainly. His manhood began to get aroused as he walked back to the front of her and looked down into her pale eyes.<br/><br/>"It's been ages since I've eaten lass. The Lady read my mind" With that he lifted the maid up and placed her on the balcony wall, spreading her legs wide as he delved between them. Placing little kisses on her silky thighs he smiled as his fingers parted her lovingly.<br/><br/>"A feast fit for a king!" he whispered as his tongue replaced his fingers and thrust into the sweetest  nectar he had had for quite some time.<br/><br/>Only the nameless form watching them through the "Mirror" heard the maid's moans as Duncan's tongue practiced a skill he always loved to practice over and over again.