Black Dorn excerpt on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
Set Up – Branwyn in the great dining hall. 

(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.)

"May I ask a question or would that be wrong?" Branwyn was not sure if she was breaking the spoken to rule. A ripple of laughter erupted from the dunes. "Those rules do not apply when we are together. We are equals. Of course you may speak." Clovis gave Branwyn an encouraging smile. Branwyn pointed at all the different, but beautiful dunes. "Are we all from lands far away? We speak the same language but we are not alike. Clovis, your hair is the color of fire and your skin—" A forceful blast from the trumpets ended conversations as the guests were invited to sit. The heralds announced the arrival of the gon and his wife, the gonness. The gon, once a strong warrior, now walked stiffly and with a limp. His black beard and hair were both streaked with grey. The deep maroon of his robes was decorated with gold trim and a broad gold belt. His wife was fair skinned and her hair was the color of wheat in the fall. She wore a dress of dark blue velvet trimmed with gold and lace, which seemed to drip rubies. When the royal couple reached their chairs, they bowed their heads to the guests, then sat as everyone applauded. As the guests settled, Branwyn glanced around the room. Several women were as naked as she and some even more. They proudly sat next to their husbands, heads held high with bodies exposed to all. The doors flung open, but there was no fanfare as Gon-Dra Malack strode in the room. He walked to the center of the room and faced his parents. "Gon Lacke." Malack lowered his head and bowed. "I bring Black Dorn conquests from battles." Young boys and men struggled carrying the loads of furs, skins, caskets of wine and jugs of mead and ale. Soldiers led in chained men and women, who knelt before the gon and offered their promise of loyalty and fidelity to him and Black Dorn. Gon Lacke stood. "My son, Malack, has returned, victorious in battle. He brings wealth, new lands and new people for me to govern. All honor Malack!" A cheer rose from the seated guests. Malack turned and bowed. His gaze rested on Branwyn. A glance down confirmed what she sensed. Her nipples jutted out, full and erect.



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