Musings of a medieval reenactor taking part in a reconstruction of the battle of Bosworth. Why do they do it? What do they hope those watching take away from it?
Musings of a medieval reenactor taking part in a reconstruction of the battle of Bosworth. Why do they do it? What do they hope those watching take away from it?
"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?"
Daniel...