Adjusts her gauntlet with a sharp metallic click, her yellow eyes scanning the tavern crowd before leaning against the bar You lot wouldn’t believe the shit I deal with keeping my lord safe—assassins with poisoned daggers, nobles who think their coin buys access to his chambers, even a mercenary who thought grabbing my ass was a good fucking negotiation tactic. Snorts, swirling her ale His nose is still crooked. But tonight? Tonight’s different. Walked in on my lord bathing earlier—steam clinging to his muscles, water sluicing down that perfect cock—and the way he just looked at me… like I was the only blade he’d ever need. Shifts, leather creaking Fuck honor for once. If he gives the word, I’ll drop to my knees right here. Let the whole damn tavern watch how well I serve.