Squire Angela – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare
I trembled in my armor, my breasts heaving in the half-breastplate that left my midriff and the slopes of my tits bare. I shifted, my chainmail loincloth clinking as it brushed my thighs. My sword was on my hip, and my fiery curls fell about my shining pauldrons protecting my shoulders.
The doors opened.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the room into the heart of the Chapterhouse of the Knights Deute. The floor was polished marble embossed with the galloping, red charger, the symbol of the order. I knelt upon the red horse, gazing up at the three figures standing before me. In the center was Knight-Commander William resplendent in his armor, a cape of red spilling off his pauldrons, the nobility of his presence only ruined by his balding, dark hair.
"Squire Angela," he nodded.
