AN: It's short, I know. If you have any suggestions, share them, alright?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Tallanvor looked up at the woman in front of him, wishing for the light new what time, that she would just look at him as a man, instead of as another sword, if at least one loyal to her completely.
She was a bonnie wee thing, if that weren't a gross understatement. As a soldier he had learned to value beauty and then understate so it was not fought over and destroyed. A fine mess he had got himself into and he wasn't sure he wanted to get out of it, even in the unlikely event the woman in front of him deigned to recognize his presence.
Or better yet acknowledged him as a man.