No, I Am Your Charge
From Lord Of Utterdom
"Of course not," you say, with a sly smile. Your eyes trace her form from top to bottom, and you begin to wonder if she fucks as well as she fights. "I am the Crown Prince, and my father sent for you." You offer over the bag of coins and show her the royal insignia on your ring, and she nods.
She tucks her giant sword away, and heads for the door.
"Come then."
