The door to the chambers banged open, and the panicked young priest took in the scene. “Your grace, I heard screaming--” His eyes skittered from the naked girl clutching the bedcovers, to the bishop, naked, hairy and still semi-erect, to the unfamiliar, dark haired woman the bishop was holding pinned against the wall. Belatedly, he noticed the blood oozing from a shallow cut on the bishop’s shoulder.
“Y-your grace, you are injured!” The young man, face flushed, could not keep his eyes on the grotesque imagine of the naked bishop, and instead focused on the dark-haired woman. “Who is she?”
“This... this witch! This witch... has attempted an.. assassination!” the bishop huffed dramatically, pressing his hand tighter against her throat, until the woman was making choking sounds and st
