A leather booted man walked casually across the tavern in search of a drink; behind him walked a beautiful woman with dark hair hanging in a loose braid down her back and eyes wide with interest and mirth.

The barkeep poured the stranger a mug of ale, eyeing his companion with curiosity and a tint of lust.

The stranger downed his ale, turned to the patrons of the bar and hoisted his hand high in the air, calling for silence.

“I have secured the fair maiden, you see before you, from the highest tower, of the grandest castle that sits upon the largest mountain of this region; she is mine.” He declared to them all, lowering his hand and putting her leash back in his grip he sought a table for them.

Lillie McFerrin Writes
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