<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Aten Marlowe</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/15RW9l1-kdi1U_p6TrvCCoAbEAKuMV4KyKxnD-dlWCKA/edit)<br/><br/>Aten didn't let her pull away, but nor did he wrestle her into a more compromising position.  Still holding her close with one arm, the young priest ran his finger pads up her spine.  Then, with deft strength, he massaged the back of her neck with firm, gentle squeezes, commanding the muscles there to loosen and relax.  "My father is the Marquise Vorence Marlowe.  He rules a border province with a mandate from his majesty to be the first line of defense against foreign invasion."  Aten didn't bother to mention that he was a bastard.  His father had earned by blood and deed the right to any lover he pleased, just as Aten had earned by blood and deed the right to claim his father's name.  "I grew up in a country monastery, training in the arts of war and studying creed and politics.  My life 'til now has mostly been study and training, with few other pleasures besides some very good food and wine."  And the stableman's daughter Rini...  And the cook's daughter Angelica...<br/><br/>"I have seen action before today.  There are bandits in the mountains--humans and goblins alike.  We don't appreciate their disrupting the lives of honest folk."