“I do, dear heart, I do...” Tiberius replies, looking less than happy with himself. “Well, it all began when Ammon and I were sparring, he beat me black and blue a number of times, and in the last bout knocked me unconcious. After waking from that blow, I sought out the priestess, Aspasia...that’s her name...for a massage to help me recuperate. So, she came to my cabin and gave me a massage, which was very good, I must admit...it left me very relaxed and feeling a good deal of pleasure. She then invited me to do more, and I at first refused, saying that I couldn’t without tarnishing my vows to you, dear heart, but we talked a little more about Vynerys’ attitude to marriage, and about not allowing it to interfere with enjoying the moment. She then asked me to share the blessings of Vynerys with her, and again I refused, though I think my resolve was beginning to weaken, due to the pleasure within me her touch had evoked by then. In the end though, I decided, after much internal debate, that since I would only be sharing my body with her...not out of love for her or dissatisfaction of you...that it would be just a pleasant diversion, which wouldn’t alter how I felt for you. I hope you can forgive me for such a transgression, and that it doesn’t make you think less of me...”
