09-07-2010, 05:09 AM
Percival watched the Lady leave, then turned slowly back to Tess. He glanced about, then looked to Tess as he spoke. Percival snorted at the question and rolled his eyes, "The day pixies fly out of the King's arse is the day he sells a girl before he's deflowered her."
He glanced back at the tent behind him, "I do hope Rosie was no trouble while you visited. She can be quite the handful."
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