Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Washing a Prince (29)

•Sexual inndueno
•Fondling~bath

~Time Skip 1476~

Duties of the court had kept him from the captive woman. Vlad had found out her name and very little more. So today, he had offered his library for her to enjoy some reading. He wished to see how her mind worked. If all went well today, he was going to see if Ylva knew how to play chess. He thought she might, depending on her upbringing.

Vlad needed something to take his thoughts off his carnal want. He went to see how the young man, he started teaching, was getting along. His soldiers were doing their job and the teenager was well on his way, to being a good and dependable soldier, in his army.

When that was taken care of, Vlad's mind drifted back to Ylva. She was so brazen and had not been embarrassed with all the touching he had done, when washing her body. Hmmm, was she into females instead?

He shook his head, she better not! I will be fucking her, just use another route to get past her barriers. He could be very convincing, in more subtle and sly ways.

He cast his eyes to the sky, the Ottomans should be on the move again. So another round of war. He really hoped to have Ylva with him on the campaign. He could use her sword arm and her naked body to warm his bed. Though, he did need to see how good she was, but if the sword she carried was indicator, she knew how to fight.

The sword was an oldwr style arming sword and therefore one handed, so she probably could use a shield. He hoped she was also proficient with a bow. Perhaps he would lend her his desert recurve bow? He looked back at the keep then walked briskly towards it.

Time to find out more about a certain young woman...

Ylva was in a fine green dress, more fitting to a lower ranked noble woman. She had wondered what the sudden change was but it would do. She missed her leathers. Ylva had stashed her leather armour and mens clothes, just before getting to the inn. Most men's reactions were not even remotely friendly, to a woman who looked and acted like a man.

It was just "unnatural" to them.

Vlad stepped inside to find food and wine waiting for him. "Have you eaten my dear?"

"No my lord I have not," Ylva stood to bow.

It looked awkward for her to bow. She was so tall, that she looked like a collapsed puppet, when she bowed low. A lowering of the head would do. She was looking down and showing a sign of submission. Submission, what a tricky monster, he had been betrayed both ways. The ones who showed the most submission, in a general rule, were even more likely to stab you in the back.

The defiant ones came at you in the front.

He sat down on a couch and went to stretch out. Then Vlad stopped, leather was more supply than metal but it was still armour and it needed to be removed. He had been in it for so long he had forgotten. Ylva was watching, perhaps studying him too.

"Stand my lord, I will help you remove your armour…" she quietly strolled over and helped with the buckles.

Ylva then assisted him get the leather over his shoulders. She set the leather armor on the floor.

" If another servant gets the supplies, I will clean your armour and oil your sword. A warrior's tools should always be well taken care of..."

"Hmm, yes this is going much better...what else do you know?" he hummed.

"I can hunt, trap and fish. I have traveled on boat and across desert to the east on the silk road. I have seen Mongols take blood from their ponies, for nourishment."