Dick opened his eyes to the domed ceiling of his residence in Theramore. In keeping with Princess Caliea's faith, it bore a solemn, profound painting of Bishop Faol receiving a revelation from the Holy Light, a scene from The Tenets of the Holy Light. The five original Grand Knights stood to one side in silver armor, like the Champions of Holy Light legend.
The Paladin felt waves of exhaustion. It seemed last night's "activities" had been a little too vigorous.
He tilted his head. The Young Lady Jaina's golden hair spilled across his shoulder, its ends tickling him. A strange look entered Dick's eyes. He did not remember it being Jaina last night.
Bang.
The door swung open, and Liadrin entered in a house robe, carrying a steaming breakfast. Marriage had made Liadrin seem more mature and intellectual. When they were together, she was like a gentle older sister looking after Dick.
She set down the tray, her gaze sweeping over Dick as he sat up in the black velvet bed. The covers lifted, exposing the Young Lady's smooth back and graceful figure to the morning sunlight. Jaina gave two disgruntled murmurs in her sleep, rolled over, hugged a pillow, and went back to sleep.
Bare-chested beneath his robe, Dick climbed out of bed and bent to kiss the Young Lady's cheek. Then he walked over to Liadrin, who had folded her arms, and embraced the High Elf. Feeling the shapely figure the Elven Paladin had developed through years of training stirred his desire again. He kissed Liadrin's earlobe from behind, and the Paladin's cold expression crumbled on the spot.
"Shall we go fishing by the sea today?"
Dick asked softly. Liadrin turned and hugged him, resting her short orange hair against his shoulder.
"Aren't you supervising Anduin's training today?