3 Works in The Bastard Executioner
“Yes,” he circled the shorter man, casting his eyes over his frame, “in my debt.” He stopped behind him and leaning down, using his right hand to lightly take hold of the hair separating the Chamberlain's mouth from the boy’s ear. He brought his lips close enough to note the hitch in Frenchie’s breath and whispered. “Over the table."
Or, how I thought the breakfast scene was going to go, Milus being tender then rough, then tender again and having no idea how he feels about Frenchie.
(Also this is my very first fic, I have reached the point of nearly no fanfiction for my Ship and writing it myself.)
This story is set after the great battle at the end of “The Blood of the Gods”. Bill and Alex have returned home and resumed their life together and their work for the Vampire Authority. However, unknown to them the actions of an old enemy in the past is about to have serious repercussions in the present.
Everyone loves fairytales.
But fairytales sanitise what were once true stories. Knights in the tales are clean shaven and chivalrous with shining armour and gleaming swords whereas in reality they were mostly dirty, bearded thugs. Castles were not bright and gay with banners fluttering in the sunshine but cold, dark, grim fortresses designed to keep out dangerous enemies. And the Dragons.......well, they were not quite as legendary as you might have expected either......
How do I know this? Well......I've been there!