Margaret wondered, "What happens next?"
Well, we move the scene from the mouth of the Fiona River to a village far to the north on another river where a week-long bachelor party is in progress. I mean, a solemn male-only series of instruction and ritual preparing a young man to become a husband.
In my not-quite-fully egalitarian society, but mostly far more progressive than the society we live in here and now, there is a week-long bachelorette party going on at the same time. Oh, and the bride is the serious dominatrix in this relationship. Yep, I've got some 8th-century kink going on.
Two old friends, widowers and kin, travel far to be part of this.
A couple more chapters of all this tedious domestic bliss before I bring on the drums of war.
Too much mead. Time for bed.
Save your shekels, kittens, I want y'all to buy lots of copies of all ten volumes when this gets published.
--the BB
3 comments:
lol Paul
and just what would you know about 8th century kink? lol
David@Montreal
Precious little, David, since my leather friends all know I am waaaaaay vanilla. But I was in a doctoral program in medieval history, so I know a bit about the 8th century. And in fantasy, of course, the world and its people are whatever I say they are, which is rather a rush. V&V are my straight S&M couple. He always seems to have fresh bruises, poor chap.
I like that idea.... and no doubt the women are far more wild than the guys. Always have been!
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