Amery felt the castle shake beneath a volley of cannon fire and knew Tovin would not be back. He dressed quickly, his heart in his throat, his d**k no longer interested in lustful play. The rider must’ve been sent with news that the Cyrians were nearby, but this close? He had never imagined the threat to be that imminent. They had so few men guarding the castle…when would the knights’ armies arrive? Could the castle hold fast that long?
Another booming attack shook the walls around him and he suspected he already knew the answer to that question. If the Cyrians forded the moat, if they had siege engines with them, if they had the element of surprise in their favor…then no, the castle would not last until dawn.
Tovin’s voice rose in his mind, unbidden. Off the servant’s quarters, throug
