1. thief of roses chapter -1


    Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    palace, home of the King and family. The palace was the shining crown of the city, carved from giant rose quartz blocks, mined from vast deposits found in the neighboring mountains. Large carved marble columns and beautiful gardens decorated the front. The main palace was home to the politics of running the kingdom. The private quarters in the rear, housed the royal family. "What business do you have at the city gates this hour of the evening?" the guard challenged him. Aaron showed him his royal papers of entry and the guard signaled for the gate to be opened. "Let him pass, he is on the King's business," the guard hollered up. Turning to Aaron, "Milord, have a nice evening." Without replying, Aaron guided his horse up the cobblestoned streets toward the Merchant Quarter and the 'Golden Pony', the inn he currently called home. Finding the stables, Aaron removed his saddle and belongings and began to rub down his horse. "Master Aaron, you have returned," announced Brian, the young son of the Innkeeper and current stable hand. "Yes, I am home Brian. Finish with Thorn and have the Blacksmith check his right front hoof in the morning -he is favoring it," replied Aaron. "Make sure he gets oats tonight, and an apple." "Yes sir, and sir, Mother has fresh bread and Venison tonight," the boy exclaimed. Aaron ruffled his hair and left the barn toward the inn. Entering the side door to the kitchen, Aaron wiped his feet and breathed in the wondrous smells from the kitchen. "Wipe ...
    your feet, and did you remember the fire wood?" he heard. "Yes ma'am, I wiped my feet, and I did not know about the wood," Aaron chuckled. "Lord Aaron, I am sorry, I thought it was Brian," Marie replied. "Now Marie, how many times do I have to ask you, not to call me Lord?" Aaron scolded. "Master Aaron, if you must, although I would prefer just Aaron." "I am glad you are back safe and sound, Master Aaron," Marie stated. "Dinner should be ready in half an hour; will you eat in the main hall or in your room?" "Hmm, in the main hall, after I get out of these wet clothes and washed up," Aaron answered. Aaron left the kitchen, passing by the front desk toward his room on the first floor, at the end of the hall. "Welcome back, Master Aaron," Greeted the Innkeeper, Raymond. "I will see that Brian fetches your bath water." "Brian is in the stables, tending Thorn, I will carry the tub to my room if you will send the hot water, Raymond," Aaron replied. "I will send it with Brianna and she can collect your traveling clothes," Raymond turned back to the main hall. Aaron, stopping to get the tub, carried it down to his room, balancing it to open the door. Setting the tub down, he began removing his clothes and things. First the cloak; an Elvish cloak given to him by his mother on the occasion of his admittance into the Order of Rangers. The cloak provided him camouflage while he was stalking game in the woods or alleyways for that matter, as well as protection from the elements. After his ...
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