Waylaid

It''s only supposed to be one night. Until it isn''t.

When the Queen''s guardsman enters my inn, the last thing I expect is to be propositioned. But this far north, it can get lonely at times, and my bed fits two easily enough. The guardsman is lithe and fae, and I''d be lying if I said I wasn''t interested. Besides, what''s one night between grown men?

I don''t expect to see him again. But rumors of war bring him back to me, and what starts as a one-off soon blossoms into so much more ...