<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dtJfDal.jpg) </div>Slowly, Valanna opened her eyes.  She was finished meditating.  She was ready.<br/><br/>Or was she?  Even as she rose, Valanna hesitated.  She'd had visions as she meditated.  This was not unusual by itself; a knight of her power was often gifted with visions.  But not like<em>this</em>.  Visions of ghostly hands moving all over her body, teasing her, taking her to the edge of climax, but leaving her unsatisfied.  The hints of a blush graced her elegant features still.  Perhaps... perhaps it was because of the other thing.  Right.  That.<br/><br/>The duel would be soon; finally, she'd get the honor of showing that fool what she thought of him.  Physically, at least, she was ready: fully dressed and outfitted in her ceremonial knight's garb, including the magically lightweight blade resting on the curve of her hip; the outfit left her legs and midriff bare, but that was to be expected.  Henrik had helped her garb herself.  Neither of them had spoken about what had happened.  Not a word.  The blush deepened as Valanna remember the sensation of his hands gripping her full breasts, fingers tugging her rosy nipples... his hot seed splattering her features...<br/><br/>Perhaps it wasn't good to let things like this linger.<br/><br/>"Henrik."  Valanna said, a note of hesitation in her dulcet voice.  "We should talk."  She turned slowly to face her attendant, a serious expression on her ethereally beautiful features.  "About what happened.  You've helped me to dress a hundred times before.  Why..." she gently licked her lips, "-why was this time different?"