Shady

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Nineteen-year-old Jerica Ainsley is the King's Assassin. When a battle with an enemy army leaves her captured, Jerica is forced to face the fearsome Dragon of Nykeria. Then stuff happens, ...

(Night!) "I don't," Aleth answered. "One way to find out." He pushed the door open and took a step inside.

Soon, they got to the door of the infirmary. Aleth wondered if Sera would be back yet or not. And if he was going to get chided for being out ...

"I suppose so." Aleth took a deep breath then nodded and took a step down the hall. "I appreciate yours."

"Yes, ma'am," Aleth answered, starting to catch his breath but still puffing a bit. "I suppose this will teach me patience."

"I, ah..." Aleth cleared his throat, embarrassed that she noticed, although he supposed it probably was rather apparent. He hesitated, not going further down the hall just then. Instead, he ...

At long last, they finally got to the top. Aleth was breathing slightly heavy by the top and had sweat beaded on his brow, but was doing his best to ...

Aleth reluctantly put his cane on the first stair and started up the stairs, biting his lip to keep the profanity that wanted to spew out, inside.

Aleth looked up the stairs and bit back a sigh. They had sucked to come down and it was going to suck even worse to go back up. "I have ...

(omg that's so cute) Aleth smiled politely and inclined his head, hobbling down the hall next to her.

"Of course," Aleth answered. He suspected most noble marriages such as theirs were bourne as an escape from poverty. But it seemed that if they fell for one another before ...

"I'm sure you are," Aleth answered with a small smile. "It seems the two of you must have hit it off."

"That was kind of your family to do," Aleth answered. And, evidently, a good move. Farmer to Lady. Not too shabby.

"Where you heading?" Rana asked, friendly, but also snooping as she took a step forward in the direction she thought the girl was going to go.