Morgan looked skeptically at the sweet smiling Wench that sat before him. He did not buy her sudden change of nature from a firey warrior to mild mannered lady at all.
She was playing some sort of game, but as long as he kept on his guard he had no problem humouring her and playing along. After all, a ship could be a dull place for a man alone and engaging in battle with his hostage, whether it has been a battle of words, intelligence or combat, had been the best entertainment he had received in years.
He actually admired her, she was a very rare woman who had intelligence to match her beauty and any man would be proud to have her by his side, any man but him who simply could never choose her over his mission.
" Alright Wench. I will arrange for a bath to be brought and Arthur will wat
