Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)

Kismera

She was silent for a moment and Drace could tell she was fighting emotion. Instinct told him to approach her now would be folly. She was prideful at that moment. He gave her time to gain control, but was surprised at his strong urge to comfort her. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”

Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)

Kismera

After being served roasted chicken and some exotic looking vegetable following the soup, he asked her, “What sort of things do you trade?”

She paused before a bite. “We have excellent gold and silversmiths who make jewelry, some very fine.” Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”

Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)

Kismera

Drace leaned back in the tub, letting Estelle daub her foul-smelling concoction on his bruised check and clawed shoulders. His broken nose had healed, but he kept receiving a steady supply of marks and bruises for her to fuss over. He closed his eyes and sighed. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”