"So Meathead, are you sure these clothes suit me?" Asked a tall, broad shouldered blue eyed young man.
Neal scowled. "Dom, if you weren't my cousin, I'd throw you out right now. Stop fussing! You look fine. So, who's the newest lady? I feel sorry for her already." Then he left his room before Dom could retort back.
Dom scowled back at Neal. I have to dress nicely for her, he thought. Tonight he would proclaim is love for her. I have to make this special for…
Was that Kel's voice and Meathead's wife next door? Dom leaned closer to the wall. Ahh, yes it is Kel. His Kel. His most beautiful yet deadly love in the entire realm. He had fallen in love with her ever since he saw her tilting when he was new to the King's Own. And thanks to her he won a fine meal at the Jugged Hare.
"of Kennan kissed me. And we were together…"
Dom froze and cursed himself in several different languages. Of course Kel had a lover. She's been surrounded by men for the past 9 years!
"feeling with Dom, it's like you're in heaven, you're sleeping in clouds, angels singing softly into your ear. But at the same time, it's also pain just to see him and my knees go all weak. Is it…love? Well anyway…"
Domitan of Masbolle jumped on Neal's bed, barely breaking it and silently said sorry to himself for cursing.
