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He eased his hand to her face and placed a finger under her small pointed chin. With a delicate touch his thumb grazed her green lips. “Even though the battle was a lose you held you ground with valour and in honour. Like a true warrior. I wish to grant you a title.” Tears welled in her eyes at the honour of a title and the touch of her gentle lord. “M... m... my, lord it, would be. An honour.” Her nose crunched up and a tear fell from her large eyes. “Oh, we can’t have this on such a joyous occasion.” Pulling his hand away he looked to the ceiling and spoke in a loud boom. “Maids!” A group of three made scuttled from behind a door. “My liege?” They bowed in unison. “Clean her up, we’re celebrating.” That smile encompassed his face once again. What ever he had planned he was going to enjoy.