Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 or older, even if specified otherwise. This fictional tale uses fantasy concepts to tell the story. No resemblance to any persons is intended. The author is bisexual, each chapter will always have an explicit scene of varying sexuality. Each chapter is marked with a tag for the genders involved, but for storytelling purposes skipping a chapter is not recommended.
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Chapter 1
(MxM)
Aravaris felt safe once she left the high stone walls of Meadowlands, past the magical warding that protected the city from foreign invaders, through the dark oak trees that towered beyond view, into the grassy clearing that signaled nature and mystery. Her father insisted that she should never leave the city walls, and a party of the most boring elves in the realm escorted her to and fro. Her father was the king, after all, he had to protect his precious daughter from any thugs or vagrants that dared approach.
But in the surrounding forest, there was no escort, no party of buffoons to plead forgiveness for, no risk of every micro-action being woven into political jaw-smacking. Aravaris had her silver dagger, bow and quiver of thirty steel arrows to solve potential problems, with no moral grandstanding to force her to do otherwise.