บท 88: The last chance at peace and quiet

To the joy of travelers far and wide, the weather grew better on the third day of Cael's and Ginevra's journey. It wasn't quite sunny, but there were spots of blue sky between the clouds, and the clouds themselves stopped dripping water.

It was twice fortunate, because despite what the map said, there were no inns in the vicinity when the day turned to evening. Cael and Ginevra had to build a camp in a field near the road.

Cael thought it was a great opportunity to lie—in the literal and in the other meaning of the world—with Ginevra, while they were alone and still in a safe enough area. Ginevra protested, arguing that she didn't want to find twigs in her underwear on the next day, but Cael was sure that some seduction would whittle down her resistance.

And he loved seducing her. He felt like he could spend hours just enjoying the softness of Ginevra's breasts, or explore the contours of her thighs—muscular thighs of a practice horse rider.