Erik slowly blinked awake and stared at the smooth ceiling. He blinked and closed his eyes when he remembered the woman he had met. She must've brought him in and cleaned him off judging by his hair feeling less matted and the lack of dirt coating his skin.
He cracked open an eye when he heard movement and stared at the woman sitting in the chair beside him. She sure as hell was sexy with her long, soft looking blond hair and curves accentuating those voluptuous breasts and that nice ass. Damn, he silently mused, she sure did have some thick thighs too. Probably would look glorious wrapped around him..
"Perverse thoughts plague your mind."
He twitched in surprise and looked at her, staring into her dark eyes. "What of it?"
She raised an eyebrow and leaned back, closing her book. "Men, all the same. Who are you and where are you from? I don't recognize your armor."
He shifted to sit up and glanced down at a light tug, seeing his wound carefully stitched. "My name is Erik, I'm from the northern continent. Who are you? Look like a priestess or a brothel girl."
She narrowed her eyes at him, her grip tightening on her book. "I am a priestess to the Gods and Goddesses. This is a temple dedicated to them in the mountain range near Ecbatana, the royal capital of Pars."
He nodded and held his side, settling back against the wall. "Yeah, I've seen the city. Pretty shitty to keep slaves."
She hummed and nodded. "Yes, but it is the way it is."
He snorted. "Bullshit."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyebrow raising. "And why do you say that? You seem to have strong feelings about slavery."
He gave her a bland look, resting his head back against the wall. "My village was attacked and my family were killed, I was sold as a slave laborer when I was just a boy with the other children. Eventually got sold as a fighter, first fight nearly ended me." He pointed to the darkest scar along his shoulder and trailing down his collarbone. "Fucker had a hidden knife, still won though. Became a champion after countless battles. Learned a lot over the years, languages, fighting styles, weaponry, and most importantly," he smirked,"how to pleasure women."
She stood, a light smirk dancing on her lips. "I will see to your healing progress. I'll return shortly with food."
He chuckled and carefully laid back. "See you soon, priestess."
She rolled her eyes, pausing in the open door to look back at him. "It is Farangis. How did you escape?"
He lightly smirked, closing his eyes. "Old man freed me after he made enough money off me to live a comfortable life. Decided to become a mercenary, get paid to kill who I choose and all the women I can pleasure."
She hummed and nodded, walking out and shutting the door behind herself. An odd man indeed, but interesting. Not as unintelligent as his muscles would imply.
