Kelan sat in the Prima’s office looking at a cute young waif of a girl standing before him in little more than a silk nightgown. “I suppose she will do. She looks like she would break as soon as you touch her. You said she was a ward of the temple? So no family?”
“Yes, she was dumped here as a small child. As for how frail she is, You will have to be the judge of that, Kelan. Go on, Alina. Go get ready. You will train with Kelan for a while, understand? Learn well from him, and do not disappoint me.” Zadok said.
“Yes, Prima.” She said and bowed. “Is there anything I need to be aware of to pack properly?”
Kelan leered, “Clothes will not be of much concern.”
Alina blushed madly and backed out of the office.
Kelan watched as the Prima squirmed, “What? never had the courage to pop that cherry yourself? Jealous I am going to beat you to it?”
“No, of course not. Don’t think such blasphemy of me.”