The High Hermit and The Patrona Sicarius
Will you choose your brotherhood or surrender into the deadly arms of your enamoured enemy? The lights went out in the midst of the angry storm. He knew something is fishy about her yet the thought of taking her tonight, making her his, won him over. Only the swift flashes of lightning through the dusty stained-glass illuminated her chamber. Quick views of her charming face and soft curves glistened in every flash, each time a different aesthetic vision of her. Roars of thunder blended in contrast with her cries...