Ayziel
Blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
And the sounds she made.
Goddess!
Ayziel was in trouble if he did not manage to get her out of his head by the end of the week. He blamed Oren for it all. It was Oren who had recommended that they let loose in town and that Ayziel cool off in the notorious sex bar in Dulya alley before their rounds that night.
Her skin had been silky and her lips had been soft and pliable and that hair.
Goddess
Her white silky hair reminded him of the little owl girl he had met years ago--the girl who saved his life. When Ayziel had left the Taramov forte after agreeing to be his father's executioner for the third watch, he had left her behind as well. He had kept his promise, he trained and, kept away from his brothers, broke every relation he had to the council, the kingdom and anything that had to do with it's governance.
All those things were his brothers' jobs not his.
