opportunity knocks

BASTIEN

I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind

"Chimera..." Bastien repeated, trying the word out. He'd never heard of the beast, but he knew if he was displaying it's claws in his guild he would simply have to tell dramatic tales of it and the way it had been slain. Not that Ronin had given him that many details, but he was sure he could fill them in.

So there Ronin was, shirt ripped, revealing his toned and well-oiled muscles, stood panting, chest heaving, looking down at the beast. And with one swing of his muscular, sexy arm, he chopped the head clean off, only pausing to wipe the blood off his face in the coolest way you've ever seen.

"Congratulations will certainly be in order, but for good luck I think we should save them until she has actually agreed." He smiled, still unsure if Rexanna would truly go through with the process. As for the Queen... "I've never even met the woman! Watched her talk like a true tyrant in that abysmal meeting, but never spoke to her myself. Perhaps it is for the best. I think after three sentences I might find myself with my head in a basket."

Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night