The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

Here is a little from book 8. Enjoy.  An Evening’s Entertainment                 Ladrei and Iraiya walked across the courtyard to the marble staircase and followed the prince and his attendant into the royal chambers. Tea was directly gotten and as the men sat at the table, the two women fluttered about in silent duty as they prepared a small meal for their masters. The prince and the guildlord were soon discussing matters of business, and the women took more pleasure in speaking low to one another than to hearing their lords restate their affairs. Lamir spoke of his recent request to the Haanta to negotiate and reinstate the borders of Old Lucentia and Ladrei explained away his new ownership of the largest cafe in the district. Their conversation was attended to by the two women while they poured fresh tea and placed their meal of grapeseed oil and fig leaves before their masters, but more heartwarming th...

There are some women who like to be subserviant. And then, there is Iraiya. Iraiya was bade to serve them, and when each plate was graced with something and every teacup was filled, she came to Ladrei’s side and sat on her knees. She was given quiet and warm commendation for the preparations she made in their guests’ honour, was grazed beneath her chin, was cooed at by her master, was fed and kissed, and she eagerly awaited her next command.                 Kai Linaa smiled at their odd association. To her, Iraiya seemed more of a pet than a glorified guildlord’s mate. The silver collar around her neck and the mere cape of lace in which she was made to prance about was a confirmation of such an ownership, but where Kai Linaa had understood their loving bond, Unghaahi had misconstrued it. The terrified look on her mate’s face proved that he had mistaken her for a slave. Kai Linaa placed her hand on Unghaahi’s...

The Mark of a Lady Ladrei Maccadrin: Guild Lord of Lucentia and right hand of Prince Lamir                 It was dawn in Lucentia, and before the sun gained command over the morning skies, Ladrei had awakened from a short but pleasant sleep. He had passed a most wondrous evening between the welcoming thighs of his former assailant, whose arms and legs now lay draped across his inked and bare form. It had been an object more desired but one he believed he would have little chance of seeing:   a creature of such splendor and significance strewn over him, his most formidable conquest and acquisition in such a pleasing and submissive position. He relished the sport she had given him: she roused excitements he supposed forgotten, for though he had women aplenty in his collection, none of them had ever attempted to kill him, much to his great disappointment. Those of the harem were more for the maintenance ...