The soldier was a vagabond who was quick to heal pass her pain. He had her so good and that was all that mattered to him. There was no way on earth he could admit himself into her without causing her all the pain she never should have passed through.
" With what shall we make a way my lady? I have no idea to how my dagger can create an edge in your spleen. I don't know on earth to conjugate this beautiful union of ours without causing you pain." Said the soldier in solemn tone.
