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Storms rush across the world, pushing destruction before them.  The calm after a storm can be eerie, the most quiet nature ever gets.

Laun was awake and had more energy than she thought she should have.  She had slept more on then beside the Commander, once they had slept.  The Lieutenant was snoring on the floor, several pillows and a blanket making a slipshod bed for the worn out man.  She listened to them both as she woke, realizing that their snores were the loudest things she could hear.

The storm had passed.  Light was coming around the board over the window, a paleness to it telling her that is was still very early.

She grabbed one of the uniform tunics from the floor and made it to the latrine, not announcing herself and not caring who saw her almost covered butt.  The Guard at her door was the same man as the night before and he watched as she wandered down the hall, a sigh coming from him as she disappeared into the latrine.  The non-commissioned officers in the room turned away from her as she found an empty stall and sat, though many of them knew that she had been part of the sounds they had heard in the night.

Laun was still sensitive from her play with the men the night before.  It was only a few hours since she had collapsed from exhaustion, happily twitching as the Commander held her close.  Laun had a full bladder and had to hold herself still as the urine stream went past things that made her gasp.  Her hands were on the half-walls to either side of her, her lip between her teeth to keep her self from letting more than the first gasp out.

She had to remember to breathe.  It had been intense just to relieve herself.  She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to go through the rest of the day.  Especially with pants on. »Read More

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The morning shift assigned to the visiting Princess were all standing in the office area, the door open to the deck.  She was doing katas with her two servants, the blonde being the aggressor in the mock battle, the man mirroring his Mistress as Laun moved against the girl.

They had been practicing for over an hour.  Neither of the assassins were going to say that Laun had just about tired them out.  The extra eyes on them did not help, though Laun did not seem to pay attention to the men waiting for her.

The blade in Gem’s hand slipped, Laun seeing it and stepping differently, going into the blade, blocking with her forearm, the rip of the fabric loud even over the surf below.  Several of the men watching stepped forward in concern and saw Laun take the blonde down to the sand and tile of the deck.

Hazalam was out of the form and at Laun’s side as soon as Gem was on her back.  “Mistress?”

Laun could not talk because of the panting.  Her hands said, “change is good.”  She pulled on Gem’s tunic, the smile of the blonde telling her that it was a good move.  Their lips pressed together briefly and then Laun sat back, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me...” the voice was intended to be low, but Alsen could never regulate that about himself.  He pushed through the men around him who suddenly had things to do.  Laun raised a hand but still could not talk.

“I’ve never seen you do forms before, Highness.  I mean, I helped that one morning, but this was fucking amazing to watch.”  Alsen offered an arm and Laun took it, being pulled into a warriors grip and then a hug, their grasped arms still between them.

Gem was up and in Hazalam’s arms, the assassin making sure his love was unharmed.  Laun saw the smiles between them and wondered when they were going to admit to the world what they knew about themselves.  She looked back at the General and smiled.

“Sir, I didn’t know you were up so early.” »Read More

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Moving was pain, but it was an all over, constant pain that Laun understood and could push through.  The medics had exclaimed that the ocean salt water had cleaned her wounds as well as they would have with their stinky tinctures, consulting among them about how to get a bath of salt water for her use.  New bandages were put on, almost a full underlayer of gauze beneath the leather and metal undergarment Laun put on beneath her almost military tunic and riding leathers.

She was not going to stay in the room or on the deck that day.  She had energy and a need to see the compound, and find Liam.  There was one of the Commander’s aides waiting in the corridor for Listas that she looked at and smiled at and he could not step away.  Laun thought carefully and both signed and said, “Please escort me?”

He came to attention and motioned down the corridor, leading her by letting her lead.  Hazalam stepped to her back as Gem took charge of the children again, a glance and a smile to the assassin before the small group left the barracks.

There was a small walk to the mess hall, some of the soldiers saluting the higher ranked man at Laun’s side, some recognizing her and saluting Laun.  Today was not to be a sloppy day.  When the salute was to her, Laun made as sharp of a salute back as she could, nodding to the men who saluted the Lieutenant at her side.  Laun asked a few questions of the man, needing answers to simple things, such as where the medical teams were treating Liam. »Read More

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The linen beneath her moved with her, stuck to the outside of the tunic as her wounds were stuck on the inside.  The bruises along her ribs were painful to breathe through, the general ache through her body keeping her from forcing herself back into sleep, again.

The small window in the room looking onto the ocean showed that there was a clear sun rising that morning.  A shifting shadow from the guard outside let Laun know that it had been a calm night for the watchers, even as she had been riding her deamons through her dreams.

Laun shifted and peeled herself from the bedding.  She was surprised that she hadn’t been disturbed several times in the night by the medics on staff in the compound.  She would need to get her wounds treated and bandaged again.  But first, there was trying to wake enough to find the privy.

The door into her room opened outward to the morning on the deck, the guard stepping forward around it to see who was there.  “Ma’am?”

“Is there a latrine in the building or do I have to go somewhere else?”

He relaxed a little from his attention stance and motioned into the building.  “Ma’am, if I may-”  She proceeded him into the corridor and to the privy at one end of the building.  He stepped in, chasing out two men before coming out and motioning her in.

It was not fancy, but it had individual benches with some privacy with half-height walls between.  Laun was able to sit and do her business, but her legs refused to work properly for a moment when she tried to get back up.  She had to pull with the wall to steady herself.  She washed her hands in one of the basins, drawing across her face with her wet hands.  She looked in the mirror, cringing at the tired, older face that looked back at her.

Laun led the way back to the room, thanking the men who had been chased out and were still waiting in the corridor.  Laun felt the need for some normalcy and stepped out into the growing morning sunlight to do some morning exercise.

The guards watched as Laun did gentle motions at first, warming up her aching and stiff muscles.  She was trying to find the line between movement and utter pain.  It was surprisingly high, except for the tunic ripping from her wounds a few times.  The most painful part of her body were her nipples, the movement pulling the gold rings through the crusty scab and making her stop moving for a moment as she held her breasts.

Laun stopped halfway through the second go-through of one of the open hand katas.  She felt her body was warm, but also very sore.  And the wounds catching on her tunic was annoying her, beyond the pains and wetness she had from them. »Read More