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he King's army marched through the town, one and all flocked to the Crown, With the pipes and the drums, ears almost stricken deaf numb, They watched while the King and his captains along the road come. But one young Lady to ride with them would rather have done. But those in this provincial gathering, were too fond of blathering, To ride in adventurous gathering, to fight monsters dark mustering. That's when she saw him, the feared King's Council: Black stead and white leather jacket, he made no armoured racket. Staff in one hand he rode at his ease, two shortswords, these at his back, Dark hair and beard shot through with white, kept short ready for the fight. He saw her, and perhaps for a second, perhaps for a moment, his orbs shone with light. Breath coming tight, not knowing whether to run in flight, she looked again at the sight, And cleared herself of her fright, for the Mage of War looked with no slight, And with female insight, knew that he found her more than pleasing. But before she could begin to tease him, the army palisade began to enrim, The whole of the town of Arin, and the Mage of War had to leave for an inn, To sit with the King, and plot within, the campaign on the orcish-kin. But the Lady decided that something had to begin, and stole away to that inn. By sneaking through the hall of dueling, forbidden to women, But well known to that woman of Arin, for she had watched them enrolling, Fought for months tolling, and with a blade, some she could be lethally consoling. Through knights patrolling, and scullery maids slops a doling, She came to the feasting room where the fire pit was needing coaling, Pretending to be about that a calling, she watched the great ones, The great wars' conduct a tolling, with much concern and thoughts polling. But then her soul froze, from a terrible colding, and she beheld eyes with lethal scolding. The War Mage said goodbye to his liege, and took the young lady through curtains of beige. Some cried out to him "That woman you need roll in the hay! For some days and we'll be at siege!" Up small stairs a winding, she nearly blinding, by this magical binding, a door unblocking, And then without stopping, she was soon dropping on a fine mattress filled with flocking.
	Wizard's hands unmoving, she was stripped to her stockings, and gone was her frocking. But his face was not mocking, nor were his eyes shocking, but seemed to be unlocking, The sum of her all.. "Pardon my Lady, I'll step into the hall, forgive the disrobing, my honour was calling, For you an assassin that may have been stalling, while allies amassing come at your bawling." Then he went into the hall, and from her the holding spell was falling. And then on the ceiling, some thing was appearing, and onto her skin it was sealing, A dress fit for a queen! "I trust the garments is fitting, for I'll not have you seen in clothes that are tearing. Nor your chastity fearing, bad feelings I hope I am clearing" And though she was raged and wanting to reaving, now that her fear was leaving, Something else seemed....pleasing? "What is your name, good sir? For King's Council is not clear on the tonsils!" She asked with a laugh. "I am known as the Silverblade, Guardian of the Elven Glades, And you my Lady, by what shall I say thee?" He asked with gentle grace.
"Chandra of Arin, wizard's apprentice" She looked at his face, but not a touch of a scorn, or hurtful disdain, just a vein at his throat, leaping like a stoat in a coat! "Apprentice? I fear you are jesting, for a one of my spells you were besting, To enter the room where we were resting." Before else could be said, the King said it was time for his bed, And looking at the Lady with lips so red, the mage let something rush to his head, With a hand to his lips she was lead, and passion beyond words was quickly bred. Armoured feet did tread, and the mage said she was best from this incase she was dead, For the King's bodyguard those whom their liege might bled, from life soon fled. A shimmering door, that appeared on the floor, with parting swiftly sore, She left with naught but what she wore, but also with something, far, far more....
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