Knave Ballbust

The moonlit courtyard of Lord Ashworth’s keep. Silhouettes of twisted yew trees. Somewhere, a lute plays a flat note.

“Oh,” he wheezed. “Oh, you bitch .” knave ballbust

She released his ankle, picked up the scepter, and wiped it on his doublet. “Good knave.” The moonlit courtyard of Lord Ashworth’s keep

Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.” ” he wheezed. “Oh