LORD REVANDREL
This is a horror play.
A nightmare I would never allow to sneak up on me in sleep. A scene written by the gods when they were feeling especially cruel.
Forget how soft her misfortune-filled body felt pressed against mine.
Forget how perfectly she fit there with the heat of her supple skin sinking into my chest.
Forget that my treacherous c**k stirred at the sensation like a dog begging for scraps.
Forget that, for one blasphemous second, I wanted her to remain there.
Forget all of that, and just look at this for the catastrophe it really was: Baevera f*****g Eldareth was lying on top of me.
My lifelong archenemy, my walking headache, and the absolute affliction of my breathing existence, was using my chest as a cushion for that infuriating head of hers.
Head that sh
