Sleeping in a cave wasn't as bad as people might have thought. Albion had given Tura the comfiest pillows and the warmest and largest blanket he could find. He also had the body heat of Tura so it was comfortable. Even in her strong firm hug, it was comfortable. She was much warmer than anyone he had touched and that may have been because of her large size and nature as a High Orc.
But now Tura was getting a chance at real freedom. Already outside looking at the blue skies and the sun. At the edge of the capital city with a large stone bunker entrance behind her. It was her specially made prison for how big she was. But now she was out, though surrounded by knights with weapons, with Abion in front of her with a specially made slave collar.
Albion: Are you really sure you want to be my mate?
