shierak-inavva:“you have my word, your grace. so long as i draw breath, my sword is yours.” “your he
shierak-inavva:“you have my word, your grace. so long as i draw breath, my sword is yours.” “your heart is what i worry for, my lord,” she whispered, afraid to speak any louder. he curled his fingers around her hand, and she understood. “it is safe, your grace.” -- source link