Sytravious: The Lost Warlock Of Moruz (The Oathbreaker Book 1) Read Free Page B

body dripping with sparkling drops of water behind him.
    “Look, I am not trying to be rude miss, but there should be no expectations for privacy when you swim here.  It is communal area, and you are the one who chose to swim in nothing but your undergarment.  At least I had the decency to keep my pants on.”  He laughed at his own comment.  “Do you not have a bath at home?  If I did not know any better, I might think your intentions were to tempt any potential spectators by flaunting yourself.”  Sytravious hoped his words would not ring true.  “Though, I suppose it is none of my business, just making an observation, my lady.”
                  “If you must know, I happen to swim here almost every morning and never have I had to deal with such an interruption before.  It is something I have been able to enjoy in private, until today.  Obviously, I did not expect any onlookers, such as yourself.  So please do not insult me with such assumptions.” 
                  With her response, he felt relief and assurance that she was the pure and innocent girl he had conceived her to be.
                  “Alright, you may turn around now.”
                  He was grateful that she had not dashed off while his back was turned.  He let out a small sigh of relief and turned around, careful not to reveal how eager he was to lay eyes on her again.  She smiled at him.  Her tranquil demeanor suggested she was not angry with him and had only been defensive due to her initial surprise. 
                  “Actually, it has never been possible for me to expect much privacy in my home.  Not when there are countless eyes on me from the time I wake up.”
                  He watched her every move.  She twisted her sopping chestnut brown hair in an attempt to wring out the water.  He focused on her face, an image of perfection, but then he hesitated for a moment and took the time to observe her unique attire.  Sytravious’ mind was racing as he began to piece together whom this maiden was. 
                  Covering her tiny feet were fancy slippers that were encrusted with sapphires and pearls.  She wore a delicate blue dress that was tailored for her body.  The luxurious fabric draped over her figure and tied behind her neck.  Her petite shoulders were bare, until she pulled an ivory hooded cloak over them.  The cloth shimmered with golden embroidery that was laced along the edges, accenting the sparkle in her golden eyes.  The matching pin she used to fasten the cloak was in the shape of a hand with a halo around it, the insignia of the temple of Vesalys.  He tilted his head to the side as he studied the revelation in front of him.  It was without a doubt the Priestess of Havencrest. 
                  “Surely now you can appreciate why I had yet to mention it, but my name is Raiven.  I am the Priestess of Havencrest and a disciple of our goddess, Vesalys.  Well, soon-to-be Priestess, I am actually still in training.  My mentor and the Head Priest of Havencrest, Master Vienken is currently the temple’s protector.”
                  The grin on her face left Sytravious to deduce that she expected him to be taken by surprise, but the arrogant smirk that spread across his face as he began to tread through water, only proved he would not be deterred by this newfound fact.
                  “You are full of surprises.  I find it unfair that you waited until after I have teased you to share this bit of information with me.  How is it that a priestess finds herself this far away from the temple?  When traveling such a distance alone, there are far worse things that could entrap you besides my charm.  Have you not heard that there have been womach sightings around here?”  He stepped upon the shore to join her. 
                  “Womachs?  No, but what gave you the