Black Dorn on WIP It Up Wednesday #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.   Set Up – Branwyn goes to her first class.
(for those who haven't started at the beginning with this – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.)
Leah offered a towel and a fresh change of clothing. She brushed Branwyn's long, wet hair and placed it in braids, and let it hang down her back. When she was ready, Branwyn followed Leah to Duna Trea’s to begin her instruction. The room was dark as Branwyn entered and she stood still a moment waiting for her eyes to adjust. Duna Trea stood next to a large mound of pillows and a recumbent Gon-dra Malack. She signaled Branwyn to approach, but to be quiet. "These wounds are old and should have been tended to." She knelt next to the soldier to unlace and open his upper garments. "I should have seen these upon your arrival last night." A small smile crossed his lips. "Only you, Duna Trea, would have the mettle to scold me as my mother once did. As I trust no one, but you to heal me, as the wounds did not kill me, they could wait." His head dropped back and rested on a pillow as his voice grew sleepy. "I was tired last night and wanted nothing but to find my bed. But I had to greet my parents and when the others arrived, I had to see that my men and horses were settled, then I could stand no more. Duncan offered me mulled wine. I do not remember if I drank it." "The battles went well." "The Gon owns many new lands. The men we fought were like children. They possessed no strength. No cunning. They feared us. I left my younger brothers, Nalar and Pettra, to rule and protect Uplands until I return." Duna Trea dabbed healing paste on his shoulders and chest, then rubbed the mixture into his skin. "And how are the women in these new lands?" "Bah. As weak as their men. So fragile, I would break them in bed." "Rest your eyes and your head. Let my herbs soothe you and make you sleep so you will be strong." Duna Trea massaged his chest, arms and neck, not resting until he was in a deep sleep. "There now, he will rest. Dune Branwyn, please come sit over here. Did you rest well?" "Most wonderfully, Duna Trea. And you?""Excellent. Now we begin your first and most important lesson - tragor."

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