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thief of roses chapter -2

Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

chapter 2 Aaron was up before the light knock on the door, signaling his wake-up call. Starting with his stretching and warm-up exercises, he began his normal routine of sword training and forms. It always seemed slightly off, even after adding the parrying dirk his master suggested. The weight of the dirk felt wrong, not enough to be a problem, just, not perfect. After cooling down, washing, and a light meal of cheese, fruit and mead, he was off. Making his way to the middle city, Aaron stopped first at the temple of the Goddess of Light, to pay homage to his patron, which always amused him. The head cleric always kept an eye on him, as if he would ever try to steal from "HER". His relationship with Lady Rannath, Goddess of Light was definitely strange. Normally a thief or assassin would align themselves with one of the more dark deities available, but Aaron was definitely not normal, not that he picked "HER"; more like she marked him as hers. "You chose to use that 'rod of light' to save my cleric," he heard in his head. "It didn't have to remove most of the flesh on my left arm either, but it did," he replied. "Now I have to wear this enchanted glove or my "GOOD" arm would have issues with my line of work." "You could always set that aside and become a true paladin, a Paladin of the Light," she retorted. "I am what I chose. You knew that before you marked me as yours," he sighed. "I cannot change what I've become." "Can't or won't?" she asked. "Never mind, this gets us ... nowhere." "I agree. You are my Lady," he declared, "and I am your sword, your servant. Bless me Lady and give me strength." "Always, my paladin," she sighed, "always." The cleric stood in awe as the brilliance that normally surrounded the kneeling man grew in intensity. "My Lady, My Goddess," he proclaimed as he fell to his knees as well. After dropping several gold pieces in the offering box Aaron left the temple with a renewed spring in his step. The feeling would eventually fade, but for now he reveled in it. "What game are you playing at sister?" Malak, the God of Truth asked. "It is impolite to eavesdrop, brother dear," Rannath replied. "What business is it of yours anyway, Malak?" "He was banished and excommunicated," Malak declared. "Not by me," Rannath responded. "Rannath, he is a thing of the dark," Malak replied disgustedly. "How can you reconcile that?" "I don't, and neither should you," Rannath accused. "He is not solely of the dark, and he is mine. He saved my cleric, and risked his life in the bargain." "You sound as if you love him," Malak remarked. "You know that is forbidden." "I do not love him that way. He is mortal," Rannath responded. "Now please leave me be." And she left. "I don't think either of those two statements are true," Malak mused and left as well. After leaving the temple Aaron went back down to the lower level, to the Guild Quarter and the headquarters of the Assassins' Guild, a rundown building with a nondescript door. A dagger on the door was ...