Bloody Play
Oktavian sat on the plush, curtained bed of Uay’s old assassin’s chamber , the soft silk covers gathered around and over his lean body like a second skin. His flowing hair was gathered up in a single tight braid and the midnight cascade spilled over a single pale shoulder. His pointed ears were adorned with small emeralds and silver moons of rings; they softly jutted from the sea of glossy tendrils. He ate a small berry, imported from some far away forest, and drank a glass of wine, a pleasant...
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