Oh Gods my head...

I sat up in bed and rubbed my temples. I thought briefly, alright, I was drunk, and... Someone took me to bed? Did I pass out? No, that doesn't sound right. I then realized there was something causing a lot warmth next to me. I glanced down. Short brown hair, not facing me, broad shoulders. That was odd for me. I usually like the dames with a dainty figure. Ugh, mother would be very mad for me not "living up to my full Mothril name." I had only got intoxicated once before and my father beat and scolded me for slandering our family name. However, this would not be the first time I woke up with maiden in bed and no idea of her name. I also noticed my state of undress. I looked to the side of the bed and leaned to grab a pair of breeches I had probably left there after last nights... events.

"Cold..." I stopped mid grab. That was not a feminine voice. I ever so slowly straightened my back to look at who had said that. Whoever it is was still not facing me but was uncovered down to the waist now. I noticed a very muscled back and a very missing set of breasts. My eyes grew wide. Gods, no. There was a man in my bed. The bed I had so recently made my own. I wasn't sure how to go about this. He was still asleep so I figured I should leave. I silently slid out of bed and put on my breeches. Following with a shirt and the rest of my discarded armor. With my armor replaced now I quietly left. Trying to recall the night.

AN: sorry that I waited so long then left a short chapter. I will try to upload a longer one tomorrow but I've been super busy lately. Anyways, please review...please... I'd love you forever for it. The plots kinda lost at the moment... Probably left it in my other pants.

~Love, Your Neighborhood Assassin~