<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/22/af/fb22af289f3a793d00f6795bc857dd18.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/9e/7b/c4/9e7bc4f627de4b3d9ee11374dca660db.jpg)<strong></strong></div><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/ff/f8/11fff896403dc7855fea201c8d88d00b.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/61/bb/2961bba0a67dc7ef244e4f98742002b6.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Songbird</strong></div></div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><strong>Hawk</strong></div></div><div align="center"><strong>Sergeant Mullhaja                                                          Keli</strong></div><hr/>He got it wrong as he spoke.   The story of a noble would not be the whole truth.  He is a royal,  his blood is of the royal bloodline.  The same as hers.  Neither realize this.   Of course, by him proclaiming himself a possible noble through a bedtime story.  It does not set off any alarms with the concubine, his sister.<br/><br/>"I  was raised to be what I am.  I always thought I would serve many.  It was what I was born to do."  She speaks abstractly of her being a princess and becoming the empress.    The geas keeps her from thinking such or speaking it.    So it will come out as she was raised to be a concubine.   That she assumed she is used by many.   In other words, a slave her whole life is how it sounds.<br/><br/>Regardless, as they talk he feels her breathing grow steady as she falls asleep in your arms.   She has had an active day and half.   Hurt the night before,  then today she practiced all day dancing as she created her dancer costume.  Then she had danced at dinner, followed by nearly being taken by the Hawk.  Where she had a real cat scratch fight with the cat.    Follow that with a quite physical taxing fornication with him.<br/><br/>The two of them are woken up with the sergeant calling out from outside the tent.<strong>"Mukir,  the caravan is ready to depart."</strong><br/><br/>It is still dark outside, the sun has not even peeked yet.   Yet the campgrounds of the caravan park are a buzzed with activity as people and parties are getting ready to leave out in one of two  caravans set to depart.    The sergeant  and Keli are mounted on their horses.   The Hawk is on another horse.   He is not sitting on it, he is shackled across the saddle of the horse on his stomach.   The reins of that horse are in Keli hand.  While the sergeant Mulhaja holds the reins to a pack horse.<br/><br/>Keli;<strong>"Bloody hell, are we leaving this day.   Get a move on it, your highness."</strong><br/><br/>Hellhound still has to break down his new tent and saddle his horse.   Fortunately Mulhaja the sergeant would dismount.<strong>"Get your horses I start breaking down your tent."</strong><br/><br/>Hawk;<strong>"It ain't right, you can't make me ride like that. thump.... ow."</strong>Keli lashes out with her foot and kicks him in the rear.  The cat falls quiet, clearly nursing a bruised ego and backside now.<br/><br/>