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86 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 4, 2009


⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*It Wasn't Bad*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Your name is Gaven. You are a bastard child, raised in sufferance by the grace of your lord within the fortress itself. Your mother was the laundress, who died but two years ago. You are almost eighteen, and proud of the fact that the lord actually granted you leave to train to be a guard. You have started late to the sword, but show some impressive natural skill which impressed your lord and made him take notice of you.”
I stared in shock at him, at his perfect knowledge of my life, of me.
“We have kept an eye on you, young Gaven. You are of more importance than you know. You are the son of my lord, the High Commander of the Masarian army.” His grin was tinged with malice. “You are half Masarian, Gaven, one of us.
My arm went through his, and I drew myself to him with the strength of terror.
A powerful arm wrapped around me and pulled me against his body, and I did not protest for long moments, still breathing great panicked gasps of air.
It took some time for me to become aware of the huge hardness pressing against my thigh, and when I did understand, my eyes shot to his, disbelieving.
He grinned openly, no longer hiding his show of sharp teeth. “You are mine, Gaven, given to me by your father. I will teach you what it means to be a Masarian warrior. Both in the bed and on the field and practice yard.”


(This is more so in book 2.)