‘Mmm! Mmm!’ He grunted with wild shakes of his head. ‘In that case, Sprig?’ ‘Miss?’ The jailer and the child wrangler stepped off to one s...ide, their backs to Eldrian. A whispered conversation passed between them. Sprig shook his head, Belamy pressured him. He agreed in the end. When he returned, he looked grim. ‘Sorry kid. I’ll do this quick.’ Before Eldrian had a chance to realize the plan, Sprig’s hands were on his broken and bent ankle. The Earthborn took a firm, painful grip, then jerked. As I slid my pants down on the side, a bruise appeared and it was much bigger than I thought it was. Mrs Smith looked at me and just felt so bad. She apologized over and over and told me to wait. She went upstairs to give me a towel to cover my stuff while she gets another ice pack since the bruise was much bigger than we thought. When she came back I slid my pants lower with the towel covering my cock. She puts both the ice pack while wrapping it with one of those ace bandage. As she began. His breath was warm on her neck. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you leave, Alis. I can’t bear to be apart.” “Shh, I know, I know.” He continued stroking her hair and kissing her neck. She turned her head and their lips met. Their kiss was tentative at first. Then she turned back toward him, and they embraced. “I love you, Alis. I always have, and I always will.” “I know, Alan. I love you too.” They kissed again, harder this time. His hand slipped down to her side. He put it inside her robe and. Her hand runs over the cold stone of what might be some kind of coffin. Did she bring him to a grave?Without turning around, she replies, “Where do you think?”“It’s too big to be a commoner's. And if my instinct is correct, we should be right underneath the temple. Maybe the grave of a long-forgotten king?”The mysterious woman walks deeper into the room. Three coffins, three chests, and three paintings. The paintings are very beautiful. A man and two women but there are no crowns in it. No king.