She entered without announcement. The innkeeper’s daughter. His keeper of fourteen winters.
“Safe?” He opened his eyes. They were wet. “The last time I was safe was right now. Right here. Drunk. With your hand on my heart. Because a man about to die has nothing to lose. That is the only safety.” Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-
She knelt before him, close enough to smell the sour wine and the cedar oil he used on his sword. With deliberate slowness, she took the jug and set it aside. She entered without announcement
His arms came around her. Clumsy. Desperate. The katana clattered to the floor. Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-