The lovers and the fighters
The breeze felt cool against his sweat covered chest, as he looked out over the city of Aven. His mind wrought with guilt about his actions the night before.He had long since accepted that the profession of a whore was one bourne of great neccessity, as all campaining soldiers needed an outlet for their desires as they were far away from their wifes and families, with nothing but the laws of the conquerors to control them. If left unchecked good men would turn to the foulest deeds possible,...