Kamon stalked the templar and knight contingent that had ridden in to rescue Sister Elys and to capture him, he supposed.
The male knights were bland and uninteresting to the former Flamen Saulius, a male ember forced to live apart from the world as a celebrate monk in isolated monasteries in the inhospitable south. At least, inhospitable to one's with the breath of the Word coursing through their veins- burning hot.
Of all of his targets, he only found the Sister and the Dame interesting. He inwardly cursed. This is not the time to contemplate a non-celibate life. There is much work to do. But why? Why do those golden eyes draw me in so strongly?
Dame Krista paused in conversation with Elys outside their tent. Her posture stiffened and she looked around alert to a disturbance. Her gaze snapped to where Kamon hid, cloaked in shadows. Her hand tightened around the pommel of her sword.
Oh? Shecansenseme. This knight keeps getting more interesting.
