Will You Remember?

That caught his attention enough to give him pause. What did she mean someone would get jealous? Did she have a man he did not know about? He felt a few strange emotions writhing in his gut. Emotions he had no rights to. That no man would possibly be good enough for thr love of his Princess, and the thought of her with another left him feeling queasy. That was a peculiar notion. When had he ever had opinions about who his Master shared their bed with. He didn't. Period. "My apologies, Lady Aslatiel" he said stiffly, and then departed before he did or thought anything else foolish.

He took off and moved through the territory. He was not an expert huntsman, but he knew enough to get by. It was more dumb luck then skill that he stumbled upon a brainless small boar and killed it.

He dragged the carcass back to camp, and seated himself there. He fleetibgly acknowledged that cleaning had been done in his absence, sadly. Pushing it from his mind, he began to attempt skinning. A very poor immitation of Aslas work the day before, but he was a quick study. He was willing to teach himself until he provide coats from the Princess.