A Guard

You rise and tie your robe around your sweaty body. You can smell you and your concubine's combined musk on the room. You look at her one more sleeping amongst the luxury of your royal bed. Her body glowing with sex. You don't bother to cover her up, you simply call to the door, "Enter"

One of your personal guard enters. They are all women and they come from Svinnbard. Svinnbard is a frozen land to the North and the people of that land are tall and fair featured. This guard is named Greta. She is over six arms tall with long blonde hair that spills out of her openfaced helmet. Her armor covers her large breasts but bares her muscular stomach. A skirt made of plated steal covers her most intimate areas. She carries a spear and is quite a capable fighter.

"My liege, Dwyer has reported that an assassin may have infiltrated the palace. He wishes you to come to the throne room so that you might protect yourself."

"What of my wife and children?"

"They are under heavy guard."

"What of you?"

"Me, my lord?"

"Are you not capable of guarding me?"

"We simply wish you to be safe my lord."