The Lady of the Ice Fort

After the meeting

A week had gone by since he got the message. It would’ve seemed that Aneira had forgotten the business with the wine. Her squire had decided it was probably best to remain silent in her presence for the week.

She had assembled all the Dwarf-Lords in her warm, candlelit chamber. Rulf had arrived late; he missed all that Aneira had to say to the Dwarf-Lords. She better had spoken about the villagers.

The Dwarf-Lords began filing out as he opened the doors. They were all muttering with each other, presumably about what the Lady had to say. Aneira spotted him standing by the door and invited him in.

“Good meeting?” he asked

“As good as any,” she took out two cups and a jug of northern ale. Rulf took a cup and poured the ale in his glass and Aneira’s but was more cautious this time round. He looked for any sign of retreat from her but she didn’t move at all.

“Ever been in a brothel, Rulf?” she burst out after he finished pouring.

The young boy was silent for a while to consider his answer and to ensure he wasn’t walking in a trap, “I can’t say I have, my lady.” Have you?

“I’m thinking about opening one in the nearest village along with a pub for the Dwarf-Lords alone. You might get your chance to go inside and get serviced.” She never took her eyes off him. 

Rulf took a sip of the ale. As it filled his mouth, it made his lips and the back of his throat tingle. “I’m your busy squire. I don’t expect I’ll have time for such activities”

“Ever been with a woman? Ever felt the warmth of a woman?” the Lady said slowly, almost lustfully, while she poured more ale in her glass.

He noted her lustful tone and raised his eyebrow.

“I-uh-haven’t found anyone to warm me up,” he began to stumble over his words.

She stood up and began to tug on her top clothing. As she slowly showed more and more of her shoulder, he felt himself stir in his trousers. He shifted in his seat as she began to show her breasts. They were bigger than he thought they’d be and he’d imagined them many times at night. Her clothing made them seem smaller. Rulf noticed how erect her nipples were and he wondered if she was attracted to him. Aneria moved as quickly and swiftly as her axe in battle. She came close to his neck. Rulf could smell the ale on her breath but she still had a flowery fragrance. Her hand slid down to his inner thigh. He felt her fumble around with the stiffness in his trousers. The squire’s hands made for her full breasts but she pulled herself away from him.

“That’s enough, squire! Don’t want to get you excited.” She pulled her clothes back on and made her way to her desk.

“Wh- um” Rulf was breathless. What the hell was that? Should this mean something?

“You may leave,” Aneira didn’t seem phased at all. She was as calm as she was after a good battle.

The squire made his way to his chamber. As he walked, he made sure to bend his back so nobody saw how stiff he was. The darkness and the silence in his chamber was somehow comforting; he soon fell asleep.