Man of War – Excerpt No. 191

When Marc noticed the dark patches under her eyes, her dimpled smile faded. He moved forward and kissed her cheeks. She smiled meekly, and assumed his snoring kept her up all night. 

“Get some rest,” Marc said. “I’ll make sure they leave you alone.”

Émilie nodded but remained where she was. Marc lingered for a fraction of a second, he wanted to stay but he was already pushing it, even if this was his garrison. He turned around sharply and marched out, intent on fighting through this hangover.

Picture of a dark haired male officer, kissing a young blonde wearing a shift on the cheek. Located in a simple bedroom. Scene and clothing appropriate for 15th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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