Malak opens his heart to Branwyn 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 –  (for those who haven't started at the beginning – 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, Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne and lastly tragor means duty.)



As Branwyn crossed the courtyard, she paused by the well and splashed some cool water on her face. It dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her breast. She did not need to look up. She sensed him standing behind her. She turned and knelt. "Gon-Dra. Would you care for a drink?" With raised hands, she offered him the ladle. He shook his head, started to speak, turned and left. Brushing the water from her breast, she stood and walked to her chamber. Leah had made a chain of flowers and wove it into Branwyn’s hair. She dressed her dune in a dark green gown to highlight the color of her forest green eyes. She anointed her with fragrances from a small vial. "To cause fire in the one you love. It is from an elder woman in the village." Branwyn entered the great hall and sat with the other dunes. Those who had trained with the lune chatted about their successes and failures; others gossiped about Malack and his exploits of the night before. Branwyn waited for the meal to begin. A guard stepped up next to her and requested she follow him. He escorted her to the part of the castle where she had been when she had entertained the gon. Another guard stood outside a chamber door. He held the door for her. She entered. It was a magnificent bedchamber. Much larger than the one she slept in. Rich tapestries hung on the walls. Silver and gold threads adorned the bed curtains in an intricate pattern around the edges. Thick fur rugs lay scattered on the floor. A fire snapped in the hearth. Near it sat a table laden with food and drink. A movement behind her caused her to turn. She dropped to her knees. "Stand." Malack held out his hand and helped her up. "When we are alone, I want you beside me, not beneath me." "Are we to be alone?" "I very much wish that to happen." She held her voice firm, "But I am bound to my duty and that displeases you." "I understand duty. I also am bound to mine." He pointed to the table. "Let us forget duty while we dine." The wall torches remained unlit, so candles on the tables and the glow from the fireplace provided the only light. It made the room inviting. Branwyn relaxed. Malack escorted her to a seat then filled her goblet and his. "Usually the gon makes a toast, but instead I will offer an apology. It is not easy for a gon-dra to ask forgiveness, but I feel I must. My quick temper quick to rise; it has gotten me into trouble ever since I was a child. I fear it has done it again. Your offer to release me yesterday was not given as the tragor of a dune to her gon-dra; it was offered as a woman attempting to give pleasure to a man." He traced her jawline with his finger. "I am humbled by your presence. The great warrior is defeated by the eyes, lips and face of a beautiful woman." 
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