Page 95 of Historical Hotties
Being very drunk, it made him do things he wouldn’t normally do. Rhori watched in morbid fascination as Bose sat down with his back to the wall and pulled the girl on top of his lap. She giggled, straddling him, as he reached into the top of her shift and exposed both of her breasts. When he began suckling on them, Rhori had to turn away.
“Christ, Bose,” he grunted. “Take her back into a chamber if you’re going to do that. We don’t need to see it.”
Bose did. He stood up, with an erection lifting his breeches like the pole of a tent, and carried the girl back into the chamber he had been sharing with Cassius and Rhori. He threw the door open, startling Argos sleeping on one of the beds, but the door wasn’t hung properly so it hit the jamb and bounced back open. They could still see Bose’s naked arse as he dropped his breeches and began to ram into the girl, who groaned in delight.
Frustrated, Rhori stood up, went to the chamber door, calling to the dog before he slammed it shut and headed back to the table he shared with Cassius. Argos, smelling food, was happy to go sit next to Cassius and beg for a few bites.
As Cassius fed the dog a few chunks of beef from his plate, Rhori was about to take his seat when the front door to the tavern flew open. He glanced up, purely as a reflex, but when he realized who stood in the doorway, his eyes widened.
“Christ, Cass,” he hissed. “Look.”
Cassius didn’t look up until Rhori elbowed him. Then he looked to the entry with disinterest until he recognized the man who had entered.
Darian de Lohr was coming towards him.
Cassius dropped the beef and bolted to his feet.
“Darian?” he gasped in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
Darian was in full armor and he had a host of Doncaster soldiers with him. They could see the men filtering into the tavern. He tilted his helm back, peering at Cassius as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Cassius,” he said, bewildered. “What in the hell is the matter with you?”
Cassius didn’t know what to say. He was weaving so unsteadily that he had to sit back down or he would fall down. It was Rhori who answered.
“We have been sequestered in this disgusting hovel for a week,” he said quietly so Cassius wouldn’t hear. “Ever since I sent you that missive.”
“Cassius still refuses to leave?”
Rhori nodded. “The further we move away, the further he is from Lady Dacia. So… we have been watching him feel sorry for himself.”
Darian sighed heavily, ripping his helm off and slamming it onto the table. “He must sober up,” he said, irritated and brittle. “We have a long ride back to Doncaster.”
Cassius heard him. “I amnotgoing back to Doncaster,” he declared. He may have been terribly drunk, but he wasn’t out of his mind. He understood what was being said. “I am never goingback to Doncaster, Darian, and you cannot make me. She does not want me back.”
Darian cast a pleading look at Rhori. “You must sober him up,” he said quietly. “Something has… happened.”
Rhori didn’t like what he was hearing. “Whathappened?” he asked. “Is Lady Dacia well?”
It disturbed him even more that Darian didn’t answer him directly. Instead, he turned to Cassius and sat down right in front of the man.
“Cass,” he hissed. “Look at me. Do you understand?Look at me.”
Cassius’ head lolled in his direction. “Iamlooking at you.”
“Can you understand me?”
“Of course I can understand you. I am not a dolt.”
“Then understand me clearly. Dacia may be dying. You must come back.”
Cassius went from drunkenly disinterested to filled with terror all in one swift moment. He reached out, grabbing Darian by the arm and knocking his cup of ale off the table. It spilled all over the floor.
“W-What?” he said, his voice cracking. “What are you saying? What happened?”
Darian held on to him because, suddenly, he was quivering violently. “I had to tell you that to get your attention,” he said. “Now that I have it, listen to me closely. Amata has…”
Cassius cut him off, his face contorting with rage. “Did she have something to do with this?” he boomed. “I do not care if she is a woman. I’ll…”
