Declan
Declan smiled and giggled at the interchange between Kyra and the guardsmen as he stood ready, calf skin book tucked under one arm. Go on, make her take it off. We'll all go naked, and myself gladly for that exchange. The King should know what manner of cattle he is purchasing. Kyra was his favourite of the two girls that he seemed to be associated with. Besides being good looking she had a spunk and sense of humour that Vanessa may well have had, but kept hidden behind a curtain of ice.
The young priest was in a fantastic mood for the dinner. His spirits had lifted considerably after soaking in the big bath for a bit, he had then gone for an oil scrub and massage. The attractive young servant girl, perhaps all of 14, who attended him had surprised Declan with her boldness and skill at massaging every part of his body. Never before had he gone for such youth, but she seemed to know what she was doing with a rare skill and very dexterous fingers. And a wonderfully soft mouth, too, though her technique could use some practice. Now I think of it, she may never have done such before. With a little instruction, she would be as good as any in the kingdom, though Miranda may have been better.
Declan's expression soured as he thought of her. I wonder if I was the first, fifth or tenth she bedded that night? The woman must be insatiable! I really should have tried to track her down...must remember to do it tomorrow.