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Your eyes are like shining waxed apples,

Your Lips are the colour of cherries,

Your hair is like kiwi fruit,

Your skin like peaches,

But my favourite part is your breasts like mangoes.

Okay, so it wasn't up to his usual standards but this girl was so desperate that she would like anything that she could tell her friends was poetry.

After his mother's little scene the other night he had lost all four of his present lovers and now had to settle for a recently introduced desperate gossip. The girl his mother had caught him with had approached the other four his mother--quite accurately--named as his lovers so that all of them knew his game. The four girls in question would come crawling back to him eventually but it was still most inconvenient. He wanted revenge and he knew just who could help him.

His sister Mia would be glad to help embarrass their mother.

Shinko strode imperiously towards a kissing couple fiddling with the lock on her second daughter's chamber door—she felt like she'd done this sometime before. As she got closer she made out the far from handsome features of the Lord of Soulsbury.

Shinko stood behind them, eyebrows raised, eyes threatening to roll back into her head, her best you-could-so-so-much-better-than-that look at Mia and her most formidable she's-half-your-age and what-are-you-going-to-tell-your-wife looks to her daughter's snuggle-buddy.

Mia knew she was there and was quite content with ignoring her but her aforementioned snuggle-buddy was still in the dark as to his queen's presence.

This particular door was especially vexing and even more so when one has their eyes closed and is otherwise occupied with other things. Presently, the Lord had decided it was past time that he and his young mistress were getting down to business--no doubt chess or some such, so he pulled away so as to see the lock better only to look full into the formidable face of his queen.

As recognition dawned on him his eyes widened and he turned on heel and ran.

"Mama why do you always have to scare away by boyfriends." After this statement Shinko did something very unladylike—she actually snorted.

"Mia you know full well that he is not your 'boyfriend'. He is married and I'm sure you fully intend to drop him as soon as abetter offer comes along," Shinko said reproachfully.

"Well we can't let his wife have all the fun can we-." Shinko cut her off before she heard far more than she needed to.

"For Mithros sake Mia he wasn't handsome and he didn't have big muscles—in fact he was downright ugly!" Shinko said, frustration making her voice uneven.

"It's not the muscles that need to be big, Ma. If you take my meaning." Shinko decided not to honour that comment with a reply.

"But why the married ones, why not the young, handsome, single men at court. There is plenty of them that would have you." And indeed there was. Mia was the by far the most beautiful woman at court. She had every man wrapped around her little finger—and a lot of very jealous bitching convent girls on her tail.

"I find the married men are…more experienced," Mia said appearing to search for the words.

Shinko couldn't help it; she rolled her eyes looking to the Gods for patients and a replacement daughter—a feat she found herself performing often when in conversation with Mia.

"You are unbelievable." Shinko told her exasperatedly. This was so typical Mia.

Mia snickered, "Funny, that's what all of the Men tell me—only it's a little bit more breathless--after-."

Shinko cut her off wanting to throw up, knowing that was her daughter's intention, "Oh please, I really do not need to know."

With that Shinko walked away, trying to banish disturbing visual pictures from her mind.

Mia had won the fight with her mother but now she had to return to the ball to find another 'snuggle-buddy', and all of the married ones had retired to their rooms with their wives or mistress'. She'd have to train one of the squires—an emergency would not go astray she supposed. It was just very inconvenient it was much easier when they came ready-trained.

"I'll help," Mia said, a beautiful smirk on her face. That squire just wasn't the same.

"I can't wait," Dylan said in his deep voice, a smirk crossing his handsome face.