In Jesus Christ is all my trust. No wicked thing do me no spite, Here nor elsewhere, day or night, The Holy Ghost and the Trinity, come betwixt my evil spirit and me, ~Anonymous. Rohan sighed and lifted his head, smiling down into Lady Blythe’s flushed sated features. He had not meant to spend the night with her, but after the rousing encounter with Mad in the barn, he was on fire. He’d looked everywhere for the lovely redheaded imposter when he woke and found her nowhere. Soon he settled for Blythe’s come-hither looks in the festival tent. He followed her back here while her husband curried favor with their new king. Rohan sought to pull away from the lovely brunette beauty and make ready to return to the practice field. He cursed to find he couldn’t remove himself from within Blythe’s lovely body, eyes widening with alarm. “Get off, you big oaf!” she soon complained and struggled, trying to push him off. Rohan groaned in disgust to find he couldn’t disengage himself from her lovely body, held fast.
