A Captain's Desire
It had all started with a glass of Merlot.
Myrin thought back to the bottle of wine he had shared with his beloved Rhyga, a few hours earlier. Now, as he sat on the ruins of a destroyed column, he looked around at all of the destruction and chaos on the palace grounds. He noted the blood dripping down the tip of the spear his commander had used to kill the assassin sent to murder their High King. It reminded him of the glass of Merlot, now spilled and dripping down the side of the white tablecloth of the restaurant he had been at, enjoying what he hoped would be the first of many dates with the alluring Ryga.