To love the High Mage Part 2
Well, I hope you liked part 1. Because here is part 2! More lovin in this one. Sappy, warm, love love. And some sticky, sexy love thrown in for fun.
She woke slowly, feeling oddly at peace. So much so, that she found opening her eyes to be a task. She soon understood why, as she felt a low vibration against her ear. Soothing her, almost as if some magic were being used to relax her despite the fact that her thoughts instantly drifted to Rendau. As more, and more of her consciousness awakened, she knew what the vibration against the tip of her ear was. The change in it became sound, and with that sound came the clear, and to her beautiful rumble of a male's voice.
Her eyes would open slowly, at the same steady, unrushed pace as her body seemed inclined to awaken. Just enough, and the sight she saw beside her caused her to grow still. Rendau was there with her. No doubt from respect he remained out of the bed, but he laid across it to reach her from the chair that near the candle stand at it's side. His eyes were closed, and his muzzle was the only part of him that she could see moving in any way. How long had he been there? He looked... Horrible, really. His fur on his head and muzzle slightly matted where he had lain on it for too long, his dark clothing wrinkled so deeply that she halfway wondered it they would ever look as crisp as he prided them on being.
There were no faded memories of what had happened that night. The magic that had burned her to the very core had, skipped over her mind, even as it left her body drained of little more than what she needed to survive, and recover slowly. Every word that had been spoke in the gloom of the forest was scribed into her memory, and every emotion that she had felt was still felt as though it was happening right before her again.
Her eyes refused to leave him. She noticed that his arm was outstretched over his head, towards her. It seemed to her that he might have been praying rather than speaking to her until she felt that her hand was within his. The gentle press of his thumb along the fur of her palm, the heat of his touch.. Though the sudden thrill of it, she could feel his fingers tremble with every pass and it caused a pain in her heart as she listened to his words to her.
"Velara... You have to wake up. I... I don't know.." He would stop then, and grow silent for a moment before he continued with a voice that was just as soft, but full of iron. "No, you must wake up because there are people here who need you. Our friendly priest tells me that you will be fine, and yet he frets over why you still sleep. He doesn't know, and it worried me. I just hope you hear me, somewhere. I love you, I have loved you, and I will always love you..."
He sounded so tired, his voice somewhere between the world of sleep and the waking world. She had never heard that tone in his voice. Determined as he ever had been, but almost desperate this time. She knew he was afraid. Afraid for her, afraid that she would leave him.
Crystalline tears gathered on her lashes as she drew in a slow, deep breath. The room was saturated with his scent, with only traces of others within. She knew that he had been there for however long she had been asleep. If he had slept, he had slept where he was now. If he had eaten, someone had taken the food to him. It was too much, and her hand closed on his tightly.
Emeralds were awakened from behind ebony lids within an instant as he felt the contact and change within her. "Velara," came from between his lips like an inspired 'thank you' to whomever had delivered her from her slumber. He was up in a bolt, though she still held his hand, his eyes glued to her though his intent was towards the door, and the priest that was not far from her chambers. "The priest..."
Even as the words left him, she knew that he had no desire to leave. His eyes would not turn from her face, an incredible joy flaring to life in them as the disbelief slowly started to melt away as emerald met amber. For her part.. She did not release his hand, which solved his dilemma for him as she met his gaze to whisper in the softest of voices. "No. Stay with me, please."
He had almost convinced himself that when she woke, she would return to how things were, and force him away. She could see it reflected in his eyes as the joy of having her awaken seemed magnified by her words to him. The strength of his hand closed over hers gently as he lowered himself into the chair once more, and she felt a deep contentment in his grasp.
Emerald and amber studied each other silently. Like love struck youths with their first love, unable to find the right words to express... Anything at all. She realized how quickly her heart was beating, pounding against her chest as she found herself lost in everything about him. This hidden tenderness that she had not seen, nor really expected. And she expected that she would be the only one to see this side of him, see the level of hope, and adoration in his eyes.
She watched as he opened his mouth to speak, holding silent for a moment as words failed him, and closed his mouth again with a soft shake of his head. It set a radiant smile over her muzzle. She had never seen him struck speechless before. "I've slapped you.. Struck you down with my magic.. And destroyed a large portion of forest in the blink of an eye.. And you tell me, that all I had to do to shut you up, is love you?"
The soft snort that came from his muzzle was not the spiteful sound it had been in the past. It was followed by the roughish grin that she knew she loved so much, and to her surprise he rose from the seat and lifted one knee onto the bed to lean over her. Still decent enough to keep one leg on the ground, she barely noticed, but indecent enough to press his lips to hers firmly. More than startled by it, not so much by the fact that he had done so that the act itself. She had not been kissed in two years, had not felt the warmth of a male body against hers in such a way in so long she almost felt the need to panic and shove him away.
But the wave of guiltless pleasure that washed over her stopped everything by the return of the kiss. A kiss like none she could remember, as it was anything but the sweet and innocent kiss of two new lovers. There was too much emotion built between them, and she willingly parted her lips to allow him full access. Tongues met and dueled like tiny lovers in their own respect, and a deep shiver laced its way down her spine as his flavor and scent flooded her world. The hand he held between them tightened on his, her claws digging into his skin softly as her free hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck. She drew him in deeper, growling softly for him and feeling as much as hearing the sound returned in the deep rumble that only male could provide. The tremble deepened as she felt the depth of that growl roll through her body, spreading from his chest as the kiss deepened further.
It seemed only moments before the kiss broke. Too short, but oh so sweet that it left her panting and purring all at once. His eyes were open now, and gazing down at her with flames rolling within that she knew were restrained passion. He was trying not to push her, trying to be gentle and not overstep his bounds. She loved him all the more that, but it was a passion that she returned. A low purr came from her throat as she raised her head slightly, the purr soon returned as she nuzzled the side of his throat, burying herself in the scent of his fur for a moment before she panted softly.. Her voice needy, seductive. "I love you, Rendau. I have never seen this side of you, and I like it... But stop being such a gentleman. Right now, I want the pirate that I fell in love with. Take me, ravish me... Touch me at least, I am not made of glass!"
His response to her words was exactly what she had hoped for. His growl took on a lower, needy tone as his head turned to return her nuzzles in kind. She shivered at the heat of his breath as it was released in heavy breaths against her throat, and moaned softly as the pass of raspy tongue over her fur. That was quickly followed by a cry, and an arch of her back as his teeth grazed her skin and his jaws closed on her throat in a dominating bite. A show of love from her male, a show of need as she raised her chin to give him free access as he lavished her damp fur with further attention.
She felt his hand release hers, and the was grateful for. It allowed her hands to grasp the wrinkled collar of his tunic, holding where the laces where tied. His grunt of surprise made her give off a wild smile as she tightened her grip, and ripped outward until the cloth gave down the center and exposed her chest to him. He drew back for a moment as slender digits pressed forward, and traced upward along his strong chest. She felt every muscle under ebon fur, and held nothing back in her reaction.
The musk in the room increased, and she knew that it was her own scent that mingled with his. Her desire for him climbing sharply as she watched him draw himself up onto his knees, wondering at how perfectly.. Male he was. Nothing about him seemed soft. The powerful muscles were visible no matter the fur that covered them. From the strength of his arms, down the quick rise and fall of his chest, and further to his belly which seemed to move with a life of it's own as he stripped the tunic away completely.
She sat up finally, hungering to be touched by him again, to touch him again if he would not touch her. His desire was as clear as her own, and was made even more so as her gaze was drawn lower. She could see the solid outline through his pants, and instinct set her hands forward before she could form a sane thought on the matter. Just as with his tunic, she found the lace and gripped the hem of his hands firmly before his hands were there suddenly, stopping her with a wry, but still lusty grin on his muzzle. "Slowly, Velara... I think we will need that in one piece."
A horrible blush crept a deep shade of pink into her ears as she lowered her eyes, and took a calming breath before her fingers set to work more gently this time. The knot was simple, she realized with silent embracement, and it came free with a few soft tugs. Still, once it fell free she did not hesitate to slide her fingers into the band of his trousers, pulling them down slowly as she leaned forward. Raining soft kisses on his belly as she freed his arousal from it's prison, she was struck full force by the heady musk without the barrier of cloth now. It instantly sent her to panting again as she heard the growl laced with his moan, and her eyes were raised to his face. She took pleasure, watching his face twist into an almost agonized look of pleasure, and it caused her muzzle lips to crawl upward in a smile.
Now only half removed, she left his pants where they were... Reaching up with one hand to slide her silky fingers along the length of ebony that stood proud before her. As hard as iron in her fingers, she felt the smooth heat of crimson that pulsed eagerly at her touch. Having to hold back a giggle of delight, which was so unlike her she was afraid it would frighten him, the High Mage lowered her muzzle to the tip. The sudden gasp from the male above her ended in almost shouted words that were so jumbled they really meant nothing.
But she understood enough as she nuzzled her cheek along his cock slowly, soft kisses and long licks along the texture of the underside. Savoring the scent, drinking in the musky taste while she teased with her fingers. One hand was placed on his hip to draw him closer as she buried her muzzle in the thicker fur of his groin while her other hand stroked up and down from tip to base at a tormenting slow pace.
Pressing onward with a grin at the pleasure daze on her new found lover's face, suckling open mouthed kisses followed up the full length as the soft rasp of her tongue gently traced every grove and vein she found on her way, she only paused for a moment as she reached the tip again. She was fascinated as she watched a clear drop slide down the head and mingle with the fur of her fingers.
In her moment of fascination, she failed to realize that he moving until his hands held her wrists firmly. She cried out sharply in surprise as she was pulled upward, and suddenly forced back onto the downy bed by the weight of his body. She was confused for a moment, almost rejected until emeralds glared down at her with a mixture of lust and love that sent her desire spiking upward. His hands were on her hips, pulling them upward as he tugged the gown she had slept in up over her hips. She knew what he wanted, and as earthy brown fur melted against black, her legs were parted to greet him as he pressed forward.
The tiny amount of pain from the sudden thrust was washed away by the crashing waves of pleasure as she felt his cock slide into her with ease. As wet as she was, and as much as she needed this his size only heightened the union that came so suddenly. She arched her back to him, and thrust her hips up as he reached full depth within her. The world faded to nothing. The bed, the room, the world itself vanished as she pressed her fingers into his back, gripping his fur for dear life. She felt him withdraw, and the emptiness was the only real pain she had felt before he thrust forward again deeply, a growl torn from his chest that sent her tumbling over the edge into what had to have been the fastest orgasm of her life. She writhed under him, crying his name as her claws bit into his back and her toes pointed towards the far wall. It seemed to go on forever, but it didn't last long enough for her.
When she gained something of her mind again, she realized that he was looking down at her now. And she knew she was looking into the face of the pirate, just as she had wanted. The almost smug look of accomplishment mixed with pleasure on her face would have been enough to make her mad, had she almost not realized that he was still in motion. The slick sounds of his crimson length sliding into her time and time again drawing a heavy blush across her entire form. She still held him, her hands sliding up his back to hold onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped around him firmly. Breathlessly, panting in the after effects of a climax that she could still feel tingling in the tips of her nipples, she spoke to him. "I... I bet you feel pretty good about that... Don't you pirate?"
"I would be lying if I said anything but yes, High Mage," he rumbled pleasantly, his back arching slightly as he lowered his muzzle to her breasts. When had the top of her gown opened? She couldn't remember, but she didn't care as his tongue passed slowly around the fur surrounding hard nipples. Her back rose to him, and she whimpered softly as the hard bud of her sensitive nipple was taken into the heat of his mouth gently. Suckled, bitten, and given all of the adore she knew she could look forward to in the future.
She felt him throb within her, felt his heat growing as his breathing grew more labored with each thrust into her wet folds. She whimpered again, feeling as weak as a kitten and yet energized over her entire body as sparks of pleasure passed before her eyes time and time again. The pace increased, as did the urgent nature of his thrusts as she rose to meet him. The two bodies meeting in the same rhythm as she felt it start to rise again. She had always felt that sex was like magic in this way. It could be controlled, and could be molded into whatever you wanted it to be until at the climax it was released. At that point, there was no control. Everything was like wildfire, and restraint was not an option.
"Please, Rendau.. Please, with me... I want to feel you inside of me.." She begged without shame, pleaded for her desires to be filled as her eyes closed tightly. His muzzle lowered to her throat again, and his jaws closed around her neck firmly enough so that she could feel the tremble that raced through his body as he released a heated rowl against her. Arching his hips and driving forward sharply, pressing every inch of his cock into her heated folds as he reached the limits of his control.
It was bliss for her. Before she toppled into her own climax, she felt the heat of his seed filling her. The steady pulse, the hard throbs that reminded her of a heartbeat. To know that she had pleased him, and given herself to him at last. She savored every quake of his body for that bare moment in time before she fell over the edge herself. Quieter this time, she clung to him for dear life as his throbbing length was held tightly within her quaking folds until, like all good things must, it ended.
They were both lay silently, listening to each other breath, feeling each other's heart beat even as their own roared in their ears. The spicy musk of their mingled scents in the air was enough to keep them from coming down entirely from that high. She felt him within her still, and he showed no signs of withdrawing, softening... Or even moving for that matter. Half-lidded amber eyes opened slowly to watch the ceiling in silence as she stroked delicate fingers over the rounded tips of his ears softly. Having seen how exhausted he was when she had awakened, she would have let him sleep there. She would have been content laying like this for hours...
She didn't really have the chance to do that, however, as she felt her lover tense up above her and his head turned sharply towards the door. Her eyes, more slowly, turned to face the now wide open door.. And the stunned face of the female who stood there.
Cynmae stood with her hand covering her mouth, with a look that was somewhere between bewildered shock, and happiness written on the slender tabby's face. Rendau groaned softly as he saw her, and seemed ready to move off before Velara tightened her grip on his shoulders slightly to still him. In the calmest voice possible, she spoke as she met the eyes of the younger female. "Cynmae... We should have locked the door, I know. But that's no excuse to stand, and watch two people make love."
This seemed to bring the tabby furred female out of her little world, a flush darkening her ears as she nodded quickly and backed out of the room. The door was drawn closed, a little too quickly, as she made a hasty exit.
"Guards!! The High mage has been possessed! Someone call Delares! She needs a priest!" Maddening laughter followed the words as the voice trailed down the hallway into silence, leaving the two lovers alone again.
With a small roll of her eyes, she turned to face Rendau again, a lightly embraced grin gracing her muzzle as she realized what it must have looked like. Both of them were still half dressed, with his trousers only halfway down his knees, and her gown haphazardly pulled up around her hips. Like a couple of love starved youths, needing release so badly that they hadn't even managed to reach the bed before they had found all they needed.
She was too relaxed to really care, however, as the loving eyes of this male she had wanted so badly to hate looked down at her. Some concern still lingered in his eyes, and she watched his mouth part to speak before she silenced him with a brief, but heated kiss. "I am fine now, Rendau. I would have hoped that you knew that by now."
The glittering mischief in her gaze when she said that relaxed him instantly. She could see the calm come over him as he leaned close to her, pressing his lips and muzzle against her cheek for a long moment. The simple affection caused a sort of high to come over her as she basked in it's warmth as much as the afterglow itself. She turned into the touch of his lips, which left her muzzle close enough to his ear to whisper to him softly. "I am sorry, my love. I... I wanted to hate you, because I was afraid to love you. I hid it so well, that I didn't realize it until I almost lost you."
She rose her eyes to his as he drew back to watch her. He remained silent, somehow sensing that she had more she wanted to say. "I have lost a love, in the worst way. And here we stand, in the middle of this great war. What reason would there be, I told myself, to love again only to have you die as well?" Tears gathered, threatening to blind her for a moment before they spilled down the fur of her cheeks. Tears that were captured by his hand as his thumb softly wiped them away. "But last night, I realized... That just because I never told you how I felt, did not mean that those feelings were not there. Watching that ghast over you, ready to strike you from my life caused a pain that I cannot express with words. Even if I had never told you that I love you, I would have felt the pain of your loss just the same."
Her voice wavered for a moment, and she buried herself into his caress as she cried more freely. Drawing on his comfort and strength for as long as she needed to. He was silent, and she was grateful for that. He understood that she simply needed to get it out. More than the pain of the night before, but the pain that she had harbored for over two years now at the loss of her first mate.
After a few moments, her gaze turned up to him once more. The patient love that she had been dismissing for so long was still there. Adoring eyes which she felt must have belonged to another. Someone deserved this more than she. It broke her finally, and hard sobs wracked her body as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed into his chest as the tears came full force.
She felt his arms enfold her, drawing her close against him like the wings of an angel sent to forgive her. Lost in his scent, lost in the darkness of his pelt... And even as she cried, she knew that she would never feel as complete as she did in his arms.
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Once she had regained herself, they slept. Peaceful, dreamless sleep. Though she had slept for days for days, she found no difficulty in letting it take her again as she was held against him. Perhaps the love making, or the tears had worn her. Or perhaps it was just too comfortable to resist, nestled against his warmth, with her ear resting over the steady rhythm of his heart. Whatever had caused her to sleep again, she was still the first to wake.
And now she waited for him to wake. Another time she may have been content to drift back to sleep, but there was an unforgettable fact that ate at the back of her mind and heart. Even if he had not, even if he had changed his course, he had at one time betrayed them all. She couldn't leave it to rest, and as much as she loved him she had to know why. Not why he had done it, so much as why he had changed his mind. Was it simply for love of her? Such a fanciful notion was difficult to swallow, and dangerous at the same time. Should something go wrong, should she perish, what would prevent him from doing so again?
Those thoughts pushed her to rouse him with a soft shake, though she did not move far. A gaze of amber quickly greeted with emerald, as she had expected. As the king of pirates, a lord among thieves, his life had always been a dangerous one. Sleep with both eyes open, but with both hands on your sword, he had told them once.
She could see the moment of confusion cross over his face, and watched it turn to startled surprise as his head bolted up and he looked to her with concern. Despite what she wanted to ask, she couldn't help but smile as the memories rose within him, and a deep look of content pleasure replaced everything else on his muzzle. And for the first time since she had met him, she heard and felt the low rumble of a purr rise in his chest. It caused her eyes to close, and her arm to draw across his chest more tightly, pulling into the wonderful feeling before she released a slow sigh and turned her eyes to meet his once more. "Why did you do it, Rendau?"
She saw his eyes darken for a moment, though the darkness was not born of anger. He knew exactly what she asked of him, and it caused his purr to falter for a moment. Self loathing marred his visage as he leaned his head back and forced himself to relax, his reply coming as a low murmur. "For lack of faith, fear for my own life... Riches, power, and a place in world that seems to be dying... To have an ally that who was stronger than myself."
She felt sorrow fill her heart at his words, but sternly reminded herself that he had changed that, and had given it all up. "Why did you end it, then? For me? Because you love me?" Her voice was a bare whisper as she searched his face while waiting for his reply. A part of her wanted to hear yes in reply to that. To think that her love would bring such changes to any male was a dream most women had, feline and human alike. But the intellectual in her demanded that it not be the only reason.
He was silent for a long moment before his reply was given, though it was slow and clearly carefully chosen. "No. Perhaps in part..." He paused in his words as he saw the inevitable pain cross her face at the truth. She felt his fingers slowly slide up and down the fur on her back as he gathered himself again, and continued slowly. "When I joined... This little group, at first I doubted everything. I was looking for something to change, some chance to save the world that I knew, that the world everyone else knew. Everyone else be damned, I wanted the sea and the life I lived to continued without fear that I would have to look over my shoulder for some undead, or some water bound demon at every passage I crossed. I didn't care about Ashen, and I never had. I always believed him to be a story, a legend that was risen higher and higher with every passing year to make children feel more at ease when they slept at night.
"But it started to change for me," he admitted softly. "I saw the drive in everyone of you to save... Everyone. Not just yourselves. Giving everything, and asking nothing in return. A hopeless war through the eyes of those with hope. And I still wonder if it is hopeless, even after seeing Ashen and knowing that his legend was not some overblown story. But I have seen the face of our enemy, just as Ashen has, and I fear him like I have feared nothing in all my life. You wonder why I changed... There are many reasons. For respect of him, and the love the Cynmae has for him though he seems so far beyond her. And for you, yes."
He went silent for a moment, as she watched him, and turned her face gently into the caress of his hand as he stroked the fur of her cheek. "The very idea that I could love someone startled me, but when you first spoke to me of your desire to die it hurt me so much that it made me angry. And as much as I fear the foe we face, there is one thing I fear more than him."
It felt as though her heart would break all over again as he spoke. She knew what he meant, and her fingers gripped the ebony fur on his chest as she pressed her body closer against him. "You had no way out last night." It was a statement, rather than a question. "You knew, when you came to help me... That you would die, didn't you?"
His hand grew still on her ears for a long moment as he remained silent. The silence drew between them for the passage of too many moments, and just as she was about to turn her eyes to him questioningly, he spoke. "I knew the attack at the front gate would be a distraction. The army was of decent size, yes, but the force itself was nothing to Ashen. With the help of our priest, I hoped that I could distract whatever was coming long enough for Ashen to save you. And it worked, almost exactly how I had planned. Not a moment after you had fainted, he arrived. You would have lived, even without me. And here we are. I had a way out last night, just not for m..."
His words were cut off by a sudden, stinging slap across his muzzle, startling him to silence as he was faced with the angry female on her knees next to him. Tears trailed down her cheeks, as she lashed out again for another stinging slap, her voice filled with pain as she hissed at him. "Never again. Never do that again! You damn bastard, fool of a male! You've seen what I've been through already, seen what the pain of loss has done to me, and you think to put me through it again? Idiot, idiot, idiot!" Her last three words were punctuated with more slaps, though the last one was caught by his own hand.
Crumbling against him so suddenly that it startled him as much as she sudden attack, she clung to him tightly as she half growled, half whimpered into the fur of his chest, "We both have to live, Rendau.. Find some other way... Find Ashen, find an army if you have to but don't place your life as the only shield to protect mine, please."
A slow sigh parted his muzzle as he hugged her close to him, lowering his muzzle to the top of her head to breath her scent deeply for a long moment before he replied. "I will die to protect you, Velara. Do not hate me for that, do not fear it. I cannot help it." One hand reached down to cup her chin softly and lift her gaze to his, the soft caress of his thumb passing over the line of her muzzle softly. "But I will live for you too. We will find a way."
A quiet sigh escaped her as he pressed his lips to hers softly, savoring the sweet taste of him on her lips for a moment before resting her head on his chest once more. "Besides," he continued with a hint of humor in his voice, "I may be putting myself in harms way more often, if you would throw moire bolts of power like that. The whole world would fear you, and we could rule over all."
A bright laugh escaped her as she leaned back and slapped his chest lightly, shaking her head as she rose from the bed. "Why I love you, I might never know."
He grinned slowly as he watched her rise, tilted his head back against one pillow as he watched her try to correct her presently torn gown. "Because, I am a fool bastard... And you are an arrogant bitch. What better match has there ever been?"
Another laugh from her followed that. She sighed quietly, as she gave up on the gown. Letting the silky cloth slide to the ground as it refused to take a solid hold on her shoulders now, she looked over to him. "I'll have to get something to..." Her words paused, as she saw what was in his eyes. Hunger, was the best word for it. His eyes ravished her body, drinking in every detail from the gentle swell of her breasts, to the curve of her rear, and even the sudden, steady twitch of her tail. She realized that, that he had never seen her nude, and the growl that rose in his chest startled her even as she felt the blush rise over every inch of her body.
Her hands rose to cover her breasts, modestly though she had just slept with the male, and she turned to face away from him with soft whisper. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
As a mage, she wore robes for comfort. Robes that did nothing to show the body that she had under them, so she was shy when it came to someone else seeing her this way. Even with her mate before, she had been shy. The words of her pirate, words that were spoken from close behind her now, sent a shiver racing down her spine as an erotic thrill passed through her. In part, because of what was said. But also because the hunger that had been in his eyes was heard just as clearly in his voice. "Because I want you. You are perfect... I want everything about you, and it makes me love you all the more."
The shiver became an all out tremble when he pressed against her back. She could now feel it as well, feel the throbbing length of his arousal press against the small of her back as the larger male embraced her. She growled throatily, arching her back against him at the feeling of his hands on her body. He claimed her as though she were his with the soft cup of his hands over the fur of her breasts, causing her nipples to harden quickly under his touch. It felt so good, to be wanted, that she lost himself in him again as he drew her back towards the bed without a hint of resistance. Her voice was a bare whisper against his muzzle as she turned her head back to face him. "I am far from perfect."
His chuckle was light against her ear, and lasted for only a moment before he captured the tip between his teeth. She moaned deeply, her hands coming up to cover his on her breasts as she pressed back against him further. The last words between them for some time was his promise to her.
"I will show you, Velara... Just how wrong you are."
What else could she expect from a male brave enough to love the High Mage?
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