The pale moonlight shone brightly as I finished my grim deed. I stabbed a blade into the final intruder, killing him before he could try and escape. The wind was dead, and the smell of death clung to the air. The fires had long since burnt out, leaving nothing but ashes where they had been.
A few of the intruders had gotten desperate, throwing themselves out of windows in order to escape the castle. Of course, I hadn't let them get too far. A mixture of grappling and quick movement allowed me to cut a bloody path through them, preventing any of them from escaping.
It was satisfying, oh so very satisfying, to hear them scream. My blood sang for it. The compete and utter erasure of these lowly worms.
Aspect of Destruction indeed.
When the last blood had been spilt, it was a bit jarring to come down from my bloodlust. The rage had faded from my body, leaving a sort of tiredness in its place. Killing was only so exhilarating, and eventually even the biggest of murder boners would be satisfied. And considering I'm not a normally violent person, I grew tired of it fairly quickly.
Fighting was a means to an end. It is and never should be the first resort unless absolutely necessary. A good spar every now and again was fun, don't get me wrong, but I could never imagine myself fighting for the sake of fighting. It was just… unnecessary. There were so many better things to do with my life.
I took a seat on the grass, turning my gaze upward and watching the stars.
Back when I had first awakened, I could probably see myself fighting for the hell of it. I was inexperienced and naïve, with far too much to prove. To think, I could mellow out so quickly. It's been a little less than a third of a year, and I'm already looking back on my past decisions and comparing then and now.
I mean, I remember the time I thought Ava was trying to murder me in my sleep. Holy hell, how much of a dumbass was I? I mean, she was a perfectly normal woman, and the only reason I thought she was like that was because she had a crush on me.
Then there was my training with Mason, and how I thought I was going to be good enough to best him. It had only been like thirty days, and yet I was so sure I could do it. With the benefit of hindsight, it's pretty easy to see that I was far from his level. Hell, I doubt I'm good enough as I am now. He was a fucking beast, and he didn't even have the extra bullshit of being a paragon.
There was also Helen, who despite never being as significant as the other two, she was still important. I mean, I wouldn't have learned archery without her in the first place. Then again, she also made me skin a dead pig, which was fucking gross.
The village. To think, something so significant and recent could feel so far away. I can remember it so clearly, and yet it feels like it's been ages. To be fair, I do try to ignore the topic most of the time. But now? While I'm alone with my thoughts, in a scene that could have been so eerily similar to it? I may as well try and begin to finally let go of it.
It's almost funny. I've been avoiding it for so long, and yet here I am. Openly acknowledging that I've yet to let it go. It's so weird, so sudden, and yet here I am. I want to move on, to finally make peace with the whole thing. All it took was the near rape of the woman I love and the slaughter of those who sought to work against me.
Huh. That's a bit strange thinking back on it.
Regardless, I think it's time I bury the hatchet with this one, if that's how the saying goes, and move on. But how do I do that?
I didn't get much more time to contemplate it, as a shape rose from the shadows. Daria walked forward, scrunching her nose and shuddering slightly as the moonlight hit her.
She walked forwards, raising an eyebrow at the carnage. "Oh my, you sure know how to exterminate a few roaches. I just came by to see how you were doing, and to stop Emery from worrying over you. The girl is quite protective of you."
Ah, so she wanted to know how I was feeling. The question had gone unasked, but the intent was clear. "I'm fine Daria. Just have to clean up and fix the castle. I need to get rid of a few bodies and I've got a few prisoners in there that I need to carry to my… special holding facility that I've yet to build."
She tilted her head at that last bit. "Oh? Whatever for? You didn't seem to be in a particularly merciful mood when I last saw you. So why take prisoners?"
A fair enough question I suppose. "Oh, you know, for breaking the Geneva Convention and stuff like that. I have a few experiments in mind that requires living subjects, and considering their lives were forfeit the moment they decided to wake up this morning, I may as well use them. Is that a problem Miss "I Rape Men and Birth Eldritch Abominations From My Vagina"?"
She chuckled, putting a hand to her mouth as she did so. "Au contraire, I think it's a wonderful idea. Waste not want not after all. And I rape women too, gender equality and all that."
That was… less surprising than it should be. I think I'm getting used to her weirdness.
Daria's eyes turned to look at the castle, it's shattered windows and scorched form made for an ugly display. She spoke, not bothering to look back at me. "I'll make sure to tell Emery that you'll be done in the morning. I've heard of a few mansions that just recently lost their owners, so I'll probably snag one for myself. She can stay there until morning. Until we meet again, little brother."
Turning on her heel, she sank into the ground and vanished, leaving me alone in the blood soaked castle grounds. I grunted, standing up and dusting myself off. Now wasn't the time to worry about the past. Right now, I had to worry about the future.
And at the moment, that future looked like a lot of scrubbing. What fun.
…
"Remember Lady Amethyst, you must be able to get into your stance in an instant. No telling what could happen."
Rana watched as her "student" tried to get into the proper stance. Truth be told, Lady Amethyst had no talent for the longsword in the slightest. Her feet were too far apart, and her elbows were too stiff. The girl tried to attack the dummy, her sword only sometimes hitting where she wanted it to.
"Stop. Watch your feet and elbows. Remember, you should never be stiff. You must be able to move at any point. Restart."
It was vexing to watch. The girl was so talented academically and had took to enchanting like a fish to water. But put a weapon in her hands, and suddenly she was a child trying to read poetry out loud in a theater. She stuttered, pausing at the wrong times and reading in the same monotone voice. It was embarrassing to watch, and Rana could only just barely hold her annoyance back.
Not that it was Lady Amethyst's fault mind you. The girl was just entirely inept with actual weapons. It was almost fascinating with how bad she was. Truly, none could fail quite as badly as Rana's young master.
"You've done a stellar job at killing the air, Lady Amethyst. However, the dummy is your target. Restart."
Maybe she just wasn't cut out for teaching? Sure, Rana wasn't the most patient person in the world, and couldn't stand to see ineptitude. And sure, maybe she could get a bit angry rather quickly, and maybe she needs to work on delivery when it comes to criticism. But that didn't mean they she was a horrible teacher, right?
Lady Citrine and Lord Brynjar had tried to teach the girl as well, and Lady Amethyst had taken to those lessons like water to oil. Well, with the exception of enchanting of course. She was an enchanting genius, rivaling her mother at times.
So perhaps it was the girl's fault? The thought made Rana frown. Blaming Lady Amethyst for something like this made her feel sickened. She had known the girl for years. Lady Amethyst had been but a toddler when she had been assigned to Lady Citrine and her family. Naturally, Rana couldn't help but see the girl as the little sister she never had.
That put a smile on her face.
She could remember when the girl was too afraid to walk up the stairs by herself and would beg her to help. Her tiny hand would fit into Rana's, and she would slowly and methodically make her way up the stairs. She'd even cheer and do a little dance when they were done.
And that was why Rana hated having to be so strict on her. "Lady Amethyst, your form has yet to improve. It's been six weeks, and I have yet to see any improvement. Tell me, were you even trying to train? Or were you too busy trying to emulate him?"
Lady Amethyst blushed, fidgeting in place as she avoided eye contact.
This was starting to become a problem. Ever since the tournament ended, Lady Amethyst had been trying to fight with dual falchions, just like Darius. The idea of it made her grimace. Even when he had buzzed off to his territory, the knave was still finding ways to make her life difficult.
Her student cleared her throat, doing her best to maintain her composure. "W-Well Miss Rana, I couldn't help but find a sort of… natural desire to try. The style seemed so, well, natural. The way he moved, every twist and turn, it looked instinctual. Like he was reacting to his opponent and surroundings rather than following a set of rules."
This was definitely the worst thing to come out of the tournament. Rana had no idea how it began, but somehow, Lady Amethyst had developed a sort of hero worship towards Darius. She was awed by his strength and fighting style, and was doing her very best to emulate it.
Don't get her wrong, Rana was in no way jealous of it. The knave, despite his many, many flaws, was a skilled combatant. He was quick on his feet, and almost impossible to predict. Fighting him was a new experience every time, and the thought made her blood pump.
The way his entire demeanor would flip, from obnoxious and rude to calm and collected, made her feel excited. His eyes would narrow in determination, and a fire would be present within them.
Rana cleared her throat and her mind, focusing on her student. "That may be, but it's also the most reckless style of fighting I have ever seen. He throws his body into every attack, and while that may lead to them being strong, it also leaves you open. Unlike the knave, you don't have… whatever it is he has that allows him to pull of the insane stunts he does. You'd sooner hurt yourself than an enemy."
That seemed to only embolden the girl, as she narrowed her eyes and argued back. "You say that, but I'm certain that it's possible for anyone to do. He had to have learned it somehow, so there's no way he could have started with all those strange tricks."
It was a bit awkwardly phrased, but Rana could understand where she was coming from. Darius' self proclaimed Florentine style of combat could most definitely be taught. However, it was still a reckless form of combat. Especially the way he applied it.
Unfortunately, she never got the chance to refute Lady Amethyst's statement, as a voice cut in. "Come now Rana, surely you're not jealous of Darius? Just because my silly little girl wants to try and emulate him, doesn't mean that she'll forget you."
Lady Citrine stood at the entrance to the training hall, Evanora at her side. Rana quickly straightened her dress and curtsied, bowing her head as she did so. "Lady Citrine, Miss Evanora. It's a surprise to see you two here."
The older woman chuckled slightly, not bothering to cover hoer mouth as she did so. "Formal as ever Rana. Truly, I miss the days when you would cling to my leg and call me "Mama Citrine". But alas, there's no reason to focus on the past when we have the future to discuss."
Oh dear, that was mildly ominous. Rana stood up straight, ignoring her reddened cheeks as she folded her hands in front of her and inquired further. "The future? Lady Citrine, what do you mean by that exactly?"
It seems that was what Lady Citrine wanted her to say, as she smiled and gracefully walked over. Evanora followed, lagging behind slightly as she gave Rana a sheepish grin.
Lady Citrine stopped in front of her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder as she commanded their attention. "Well, since Amethyst is so set on learning this sword style, I figured it'd be best to have her be taught by the man she's emulating."
She paused, gauging their reactions. Not that she needed to, since Rana was perfectly understanding of such and decision. Indeed, there was not a single part of her that was frustrated by the idea. Not at all.
The older woman continued, a small smirk on her face. "Unfortunately, the courier has yet to start traveling to Illimité, so you'll have to ask him yourselves. Don't worry though, I doubt he'll say no. The man is a softie when it comes to his friends, and he'd take you in for me without a moments delay."
Her eyes turned to Rana, a playful smile on her face. "You might need to convince him to let you stay, however. Perhaps Emery would be kind enough."
It made sense to Rana. The two of them weren't exactly friends, even if they shared a mutual respect for each other's abilities. Wait a minute.
Rana furrowed her eyebrows and looked up towards Lady Citrine. "What do you mean? Why would I have to ask him to- oh no."
That had been a slip up. She hadn't meant to show her hesitation to the idea, it just sort of came out. Regardless, Lady Citrine must've found it hilarious. "Oh my, it seems it took you a moment to catch up. Indeed, you will be accompanying Amethyst and Evanora while they are there."
Hold on for just a second, Evanora?
The woman in question scratched the back of her head, giving a small wave as she explained herself. "Well since I doubt that Darius has found a good court potion master yet, that I could offer my services. I mean, we're friends, so I doubt he'd say no."
Rana couldn't help but snark as her eyebrow twitched. "So, you're telling me that the reason I have to accompany you two is because you want to abuse your friendship with the knave in order to gain a position of power?"
Evanora blinked as she put a hand to her chin. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like an abuse of our relationship. But, yeah. That about sums it up perfectly."
Before Rana could justifiably get upset, Lady Citrine stepped in. "Rana, sweetie, if Evanora stays in Illimité, who will protect Amethyst on the return trip? Surely you don't want to leave her all by herself? Then again, if you're not up to the task, I could always do it myself."
That made Rana falter. Lord Raynaldus' condition was worsening, and while she'd love to stay by his side, Lady Citrine deserved to be with her family. Lord Brynjar should also stay here, to provide comfort to his wife.
It seems this really is the best course of action. "Of course I'm up for it My Lady. I was just surprised is all. When do we depart?"
Lady Citrine clapped her hands together, smiling as she answered. "Well, you three should be ready to leave by tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps the evening, if you get caught up with packing."
Tomorrow? That was a bit of a short notice. Not that she'd be unable to do it. After all, she was a maid of the highest standards. No way something as menial as packing would be enough to slow her down. "Of course. I'll be ready by the morning."
Lady Amethyst, who up to this point had stayed silent, gave her mother a hug and thanked the older woman. "I'll be ready mother! Thank you for this opportunity, I promise I won't waste it!"
Evanora followed suit, wrapping an arm around the woman. "Same here. I'm going to miss you and Brynjar… Mama Citrine."
That got a reaction out of the woman, as Lady Citrine smiled and held the two tightly. Her eyes zeroed in on Rana, and her free hand grasped the woman and pulled her close.
"Lady Citrine! I don't think that- "
As always, her protests went unheard as she was pulled into the hug. Not that she really minded.
"Ah, Citrine! Why didn't ya tell me we were having a group hug? You know how much I love 'em!"
A pair of large and burly arms wrapped around her. Brynjar did his best to get everyone in the hug, holding his family tightly.
It was selfish of Rana to consider herself part of the family, but at the same time, she absolutely loved it.
…
Spending the night without Darius by her side had been weird.
It was a natural thought, Emery rationalized to herself. And she was right. For the past almost half a month, she and Darius had always slept in the same bed next to one another. Even when on the road, he was always right by her side. So suddenly spending the night in an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city in bed by herself was a bit of a change in pace.
Though perhaps it was for the best. He did need to take care of the castle, and she did feel slightly ashamed for breaking down so easily. For as long as they've known each other, she had always done her best to stay strong and never cry. Even when she was scared, or worried, she'd hold it in and face it head on.
But last night was different.
The fear she had felt last night was so potent, and the hopelessness that came with it was even worse. It gnawed at her, and she wanted him close to her. She wanted him to hold her tight and say that everything was going to be okay. But he wasn't there. He had gone to take care of things, and left her alone.
Emery frowned.
She didn't want to blame him. After all, she knew that he had to do it. But at the same time, the emotional part of her wanted him to comfort her. It was selfish, sure, but it was what she wanted.
A knock on the door distracted her from her thoughts, and a voice caught her attention. "Emery! You have five seconds before I decided to let your ass walk back!"
She was quick to scurry out of the room, almost running face first into Daria's chest. The older woman was so much like her fiancé, but at the same time was different enough to make her feel off. Not that Emery would say that aloud. That'd just be mean.
Daria snickered slightly, putting a hand on Emery's shoulder and pushing her gently into the corner. "It's a little mean, but I get it. Now close your eyes."
Emery blinked. Did she just-
She was pushed into the shadows, and squeezed her eyes shut as gravity seemed to disappear for a moment. The air around her felt cold, and breathing felt far more challenging. It was almost like she was breathing through a tiny hole. The air felt thick and heavy, almost like a sludge was entering her lungs.
But that was only for a moment.
Warmth returned to her as she landed on the grass with a faint thud. Groaning, Emery climbed up to her feet and scanned her surroundings. It looks like that weird portal thing dropped her right inside the outer doors, which looked newer than the rest of the outer walls for some reason.
The rest of the castle grounds looked normal as well, almost as if nothing had happened. The way the early morning sun cast a large shadow over the whole thing was a bit ominous, but other than that it was fine. However, there was one thing that was different. A small building on the outskirts of the outer walls, the light wood contrasting with the dark stone. It had never been there before, and looked freshly made.
That was probably where Darius was.
Her mind made up, she marched up to the new building. It was made from a beautiful birch wood, and had flowers leading up to the entrance. Light blue stained glass windows stood in place, allowing natural light to enter. Despite its beauty, it was a very simple building. No fancy or intricate carvings, no carved stone decorations other than the stone pathway, and it didn't even have any banners or anything like that.
Beautiful, yet simple. That was Darius' specialty.
She entered the building, taking in the interior. Just like the outside, it was sparsely decorated. Though there looked to be several mostly empty shelves, with a few jars on them. Each jar had a name engraved on it, as well as a date.
Oh. This was a hall for the dead.
Darius was staring down at a few jars. They had been separated from the others, grouped together closely. There were around twelve in total, and they all had the same date on them. The names weren't ones she recognized, save for one.
Mason.
If she remembered correctly, that was the name of Darius' old mentor. He was always sparse with the details, never mentioning how his old mentor had died.
Emery walked up to him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. She didn't say anything, instead just leaning against him and paying her respects. His hand found hers, and he stared down at her with a look of relief on his face. "Em, are you feeling better? I'm sorry I didn't get to stay with you last night. I just wanted to clean the castle up and set this place up for the staff that were killed during the attack. Some of them had been on the castle grounds when shi- things went down."
He put on a brave face, but she could see his sorrow. His eyes had bags under them, and his usually neat and semi-orderly hair was a complete mess. He was definitely upset with himself.
She hummed, pushing closer against him. "I'm doing better. Missed you last night, but I understand why. And don't blame yourself for the deaths of some of the staff. It's not your fault."
A frown found its way onto his face. "I know that. And I'm not blaming myself. It's just… what if I could have prevented all of this? I definitely could have, but I got cocky. Thought I had everything under control. I mean, yeah I get that no one would've guessed they'd go for a suicide charge, but it could have been prevented. I could have stopped it before it was too late."
Despite his claims, he was definitely blaming himself. Emery sighed, pulling away from him. "Darius, you're letting the responsibility get to you. Sure, you're the leader of this territory, but you're only one man. You can't do everything by yourself. I mean, look at yourself. You're running yourself ragged every day trying to do what's best for Illimité. It's not sustainable, and you're going to crack sooner or later. You're either in your workshop trying to create the next technological marvel, or you're in the office signing and creating laws for the territory."
She took a breath, continuing her point. "Maybe that's why most territories have councils. Because trying to man the whole thing by yourself is just a path to an early grave. You're putting responsibility on your shoulders that isn't even yours."
With her piece said and done, she looked up towards Darius. He was staring down at the jars again, his hand still clutching her own. His expression was contemplative, as if he was trying to figure out whether or not he wanted to say something.
Finally, he turned to face her. "I've never told you about what happened back at my old village, have I?"
Oh. Emery swiftly shook her head, holding him closer as he began to speak. "I had woken up in that village, completely unaware of my past. The people in that village were the first ones I had ever really known, and the first family I ever really had. It was only around seven or eight weeks, but I got to know them pretty well. Yeah, they really were family."
He paused, glancing back at the jars before picking up where he left off. "Unfortunately, my presence there brought some unwanted attention. A guy by the name of Darian showed up, looking for me. My guess is that he didn't want any more of our kind to survive, which is a whole different story, and sought to kill be before I became too strong. However, that meant destroying the rest of the village. And he did. The village burned, the men killed, and the women killed and raped. But I lived. I lived, and I ran."
He took a sharp breath in, closing his eyes and exhaling softly. "It was shorty after that when I met Citrine, Brynjar, and Evanora. They saved me from some zombies, since I was still fairly injured at the time. From there, I followed them to a town in the Dark Forest and met this beautiful waitress girl that helped me push my grief and anger away, even if I didn't know it at the time."
Emery's eyes widened. To think, the hurt from his village being destroyed was so recent. He had barely gotten out alive before they had met, and he always seemed so… normal. So unmoved and unfazed. In hindsight, he was probably doing his best to ignore it, and to push the memories away. Not the best way of coping, but one which she was intimately familiar with.
Though, she did have a question. "About this Darian guy, do you ever think about… getting revenge on him?"
The thought of it worried her. What if Darius decided to go after this guy? What if he left everything to hunt this man down? What if he died?
He must've sensed her worry, as his hand lifted her chin up. "I'll admit, I used to think about a quite a bit. For a time, it was all I really could do other than ignore it and hide away. But I wasn't strong enough, or prepared enough to even think about doing it. And by the time I had gotten enough resources to build decent weapons and armor, I suddenly had far too much to lose."
He had stared directly at her with that last part, his eyes conveying the unsaid meaning behind his words. It was sweet, and made her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach. But that didn't mean she forgot her original point. "That doesn't mean you can take the burdens of those around you for yourself. Sure, it's a small thing now, but what about later? How far will you go before it's too much? What about when you're taking the burdens of those who were meant to go off to war and die? It's an extreme example, but you get my point. If you try and fight everyone's battles, you'll just end up getting hurt and bruised, or worse, killed."
She held his hand, bringing it up to her face and rubbing it against her cheek. "I don't want you to die."
Those last six words did it, as his face twisted into one of resigned acceptance. "…Fine. I'll take a few breaks, and get some help. Is that better?"
Bingo. Emery smiled and got on her tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Much better."
They stood like that for a while, holding each other as they paid their respects to the dead.
As they did this, Emery's hand slowly made its way over her stomach and slowly rubbed it. She couldn't have Darius die on her, especially when their lives were going to change so radically so soon.
If only she knew just what kind of change the future would curse them with.
…
Some would call her crazy, spending the last of her already limited amount of silvets in order to travel to a territory on a single promise. But for some reason, she couldn't get the thought of that man out of her head. Darius. The name made her head spin and heart ache. Her core throbbed as she remembered the experience he had given her.
The only bad thing was that she had never managed to give him her name. He probably thought she was just a clerk girl or something. Oh dear, what if he doesn't recognize her based off of her name? That just won't do.
She wandered through the streets of Illimité City, listening for rumors and chatter about Darius. From what she was able to pick up, his noble name was Artifice, and the sound of it almost made her moan. What a magnificent name, fitting for such a wonderful being. Yes, she was ready to kneel in front of him and call him lord.
Her thighs clenched.
At first, she didn't know what to make of her newfound obsession. It scared her, these new thoughts and feelings. Never in her life had she felt so… empty. Her once colorful life full of hope and wonder was now gray and bleak. The day to day monotony of her life was unbearable, and the only thing that made her feel peace was him.
Just thinking about him made her feel so safe! His face filled her lust driven thoughts. His eyes filled her love filled dreams. His hand on her chin filled her every desire. His presence filled her very being. His everything was her everything, and she couldn't get enough of it.
She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted before. The dreams of a small bakery filled with happy children and smiling faces was little more than a passing thought at this point. He dominated her every thought, her every want and need. Indeed, she wanted him.
But she also wanted to be wanted, to be loved and cherished. To feel his eyes on her and her alone, and to be joined with him in body and soul. She wants, no, needs for him to pleasure himself with her every part. To be filled, and to fill his ever sense with her.
To an outsider's perspective, she would seem insane and obsessed. Her mental state would be comparable to wet tissue paper, and the manic look in her eyes would startle anyone. Her love would look dangerous, and the angry frown that would stretch across her face whenever she saw a woman gushing over Darius would be cause for alarm.
They just didn't understand what she felt, they couldn't. The weeks on end of feeling empty and unwanted had drove her half mad. It had been all encompassing and all consuming. The void of feeling and joy seeped into her skin, crawling in her skin. There were days where she would wake up, her will to carry on not strong enough to pick her up from her small cot. The only thing she could rely on was the love shown to her by him.
She paused, bending down to grab a newspaper someone had left on the ground. On the front of it was the man of her every need and desire, a grim expression on his face. A smile spread on her face as she read about him. To think, he was so powerful! He singlehandedly removed the Gentry from power and silenced any rebels in a single move! He truly is a perfect being!
She turned the page, and her good mood soured.
There was a picture of Darius standing tall, giving a grand speech to the people. To his side, was a woman. Not just any woman, but beautiful one at that. Her features were soft and feminine, and her body was enviously curvaceous. She was dressed in a beautiful knee length skirt and blouse, standing next to him almost as if she were an equal.
The caption underneath only worsened her mood.
Sir Lord Artifice and Lady Artifice give a speech to the people.
The world around her began to vanish from her perception as she focused entirely on the caption. Lady Artifice. The words made her nose scrunch up in disgust. How? How do some upstart hussy ensnare him into its trap?! This creature had taken her rightfully deserved spot on Darius' side, and believed that it could just have it?!
Her mind was breaking down once again, not that she'd listen to her reason and logic. It was quite sad really.
She stared at the bitch's face, memorizing every little detail. It seemed that there was an obstacle in her way, but that was all it was, a mere obstacle. Nothing was going to stop her from being reunited with him, and she'd stop at nothing to keep it that way.
And so, Lilith smirked as she tossed the newspaper to the side. The enraged gleam in her eyes slowly faded into one of manic determination.
…
What a lot to take in, huh? We got Evanora and the gals coming in, Darius being mopey, and even the introduction of a brand new character, kind of. Really, it's just Clerk Girl, but at least she has a name now. So, as you should know by now, my schedule has changed quite a bit. Now it's just Monday and Friday. No Wednesday. Wednesday is going to be for my newest fic, Hoonters Side Stories and Bonuses or whatever I called it. It's been out for a while, but now you can go read it if you didn't already know.
Onto the review of the chapter:
"Lemon."
Indeed.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and it's been a good week.