ETAN
He was speechless. Utterly speechless. By silent agreement, he and Borsche skipped the barracks altogether and stalked through the courtyard, to the castle proper. Leaving the ecstatic crowd roaring in the distance, Etan stormed straight into the castle, to their chambers. Borsche peeled off to find servants to bring a bath for Etan, but Etan didn't even pause. Just hurried through the halls to his rooms and, throwing the door closed behind him, began to strip from the sweaty leathers immediately. He would wrap himself in a robe until the bath was ready.
As soon as he had the tops off, he went to the washbasin and threw water on his face, just as he had that morning in an attempt to wake himself after the sleepless night, now he felt the urge to wash away the feeling that this was all a dream.
That moment when she'd removed the scarf and shaken her hair loose… he'd almost gone hard.
