fect medium-rare, sliced to reveal a juicy pink center, resting next to a colorful medley
d chair for her, his movements as pr
te her. Instead, he stepped back, assuming a formal parade rest
. "Captain, we're going to have
a'
ing in her chair to look up at hi
ith respect, the protocol for a Consort is clear. I am not to be se
nsider this a permanent, standing, non-revocable invitation. In t
authority in her voice, the casual way she dismissed centuries of tradition, it wasn't off
lled out the oppo
elting in her mouth in a burst of rich, savory flavor. A l
shed a deep red. He quickly looked do
to make conversation. "So," she began, "tell me abou
giving a report. "Hostile, Ma'am. The primary threat is the Insectoid Hive. We engage in daily skirmishes to maintain th
shes" hinted at a life of constant, brutal violence. As he described a recent engagement with a particularly nasty type of burrowing c
leave?" she asked,
ommission is at your disposal. If you require my permanent p
areer, his life's work, just like that. For her. The sheer, unconditional
said quickly. "I... I appreciate a man
onwealth, a Consort's only purpose was his Matron. His career, his ambitions, they were all secondary, tools to be used to better ser
rmal respect he held for her rank morphed into a fervent, burning
sy silence. When they were finished, Bradford stoo
le of the central island as she watched him efficiently load the plates into the automated di
der the fabric of his black shirt, running from his lower back downwards. In the relaxed, domestic atm
ial traits, her primary weakness, flared to life.
. Tiptoeing silently, she came up behind his large, pow
le, curious finger. An
was immediate
The cleaning cloth fell from his hand. A plate he was holding slipped, and he only just man
es wide with shock. And the red glow she had seen earlier was back, no l
, his voice a low, da
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