Footman sat against the cold stone wall, his gaze distant, voice thick with unspoken frustration. Alaric watched him carefully, sensing something deeper beneath the silence.
"You seem far off," Alaric muttered. "What's going on?"
Footman let out a hollow laugh. "You have no idea what it's like... being so close to Marian. Watching her every move, day after day." He paused, his expression shifting, as if caught in a memory. "It wasn't until I found one of her undergarments, left behind. I shouldn't have, but I... I couldn't help myself. I brought it to my face, and..."
His eyes glazed over, his voice soft and dazed. "Her scent... jasmine and crushed lavender... mixed with something deeper, more primal. Earthy, musky. Tangy, like the earth after rain." Footman's mouth parted slightly, lost in the memory, nearly drooling as he drifted into a fugue state.
Alaric narrowed his eyes, shaking Footman sharply by the shoulder. "Footman! Snap out of it."
Footman blinked, shaking his head as if waking from a trance. "I'm... I'm fine."
"No, you're not," Alaric replied darkly. "You're losing yourself, just like Robin did."
Footman nodded slowly, still dazed. "It's different with her. Marian doesn't even know what she does to me... to all of us."
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Maid Marian vs. Velasca
ФанфикA fantasy adventure where Maid Marian and Friends face off against Velasca, an anthro Lynx temptress and sorceress.
