“You wanted to stay at court. You wanted rooms in Caer Sidi for a reason! Did my father put you up to it?” The ranting ekimmuess demanded.

“No! Arawn would never allow those of us who serve him faithfully, to prostitute ourselves. Your father is as a father to me in many ways. He finished raising me Lady Macha after my own parents died. I realize it was at first because of my element but he has grown fond of me truly!” He actually admitted.

“Is that why you cannot see yourself touching me? Because my father is Arawn; do you?” Macha demanded as she stood nose to nose to him.

Efnisien could not breathe and he had allowed Gwydion to use him so that Arianrhod would give him rooms in Caer Sidi. He wanted to be near her as often as possible. His love was consuming him but he had promised himself to devote himself fully to his master.

“Please step away my lady.” He gasped out.

Macha took all of him in and he wore a fine spun onyx colored tunic that came mid-thigh and looser leggings in coal black wool. He also wore a coat of heavy wool in the same color as his bottoms. His dark brunette hair was loose and flowed past his shoulders and she knew he wore a thick leather belt around his waist. Efnisien also wore hardened leather boots that cost a fortune; but one could afford such things being the adopted child of the Master of Annwyn. Macha’s body hugging ebony silk dress clung to every curve she had and she was not in her battle mode. She had jewel encrusted slippers made of silk on her feet and she reached up behind her neck and undid the clasp that held her halter style dress in place.
The silk slid down her tattooed body and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her slippers and she had started a roaring fire in the fire place in her sleeping chambers. Efnisien found he had a cold chill and he gulped.

Macha’s figure...