Sir Armant waited to hear this charming lady’s story. The words that came to Armant startled him as Melanie said, “You once called me Sir Garrett. I have been betrayed by King Emeril. His vile servant Mazara did this to me. I fear that magic not only changed my body but my mind as well. I think I escaped in time to avoid the worst of the mental transformation. I call myself Melanie now. I need your help. I don’t know how long that I can hide without aid.”
Armant considered the statement before him this beauty presented to him. He pondered who would make up such a fantastic story if it weren’t true. A possible trap but he doubted Emeril would bother with an excuse until after he captured Armant. No, the story rang true. The whispers of Mazara’s evil works at Emeril’s behest were often spoken of. The idea of pitting himself against the King brought worries to his mind. Though any diversion to his exile would be welcome. He decided his hatred of Emeril’s cruelty swayed him. Armant said, “I can at least provide you with shelter and food for the night. We can think clearer in the morning with full bellies and rested bodies. I am sure that you are weary from your journey ride my horse the rest of the way to the house.” With that he gestured to his steed.
Melanie cried out a thank you proceeding to hug Armant tightly pressing her bounteous breasts into him. The nubile body felt nice to Armant who let her linger in his arms before she remembered herself breaking away with her face blushing as she turned away. Armant apologized before helping her onto the horse. Melanie composed herself and said, “I am so sorry to have embarrassed myself so. Here you are helping me and I am a pile of muddled emotions. I hate to impose on your kindness further but is there the possibility of a bath and change of clothes?
Armant laughed, “Think nothing of it. Misunderstandings happen. I will have a bath drawn and have some clothes from the attic fetched. We will get you fixed up with anything that you need. Now for a back round story we’ll say that your family are friends of my mothers family. You were waylaid on your way here. That will explain why you have nothing. Don’t talk about your past if you can help it. The servants are discreet and loyal so it shouldn’t be a big issue. What do you say Melanie you in?”
Melanie smiled at him saying, “You are so smart. I am lucky to have you I will have to think of a way to properly reward you.” She winked at Armant. She then froze on the horse staring straight ahead. Suddenly during the pause she shook her head seeming to clear her mind. Melanie turned to Armant giving him a reassuring smile. For his part Armant suspected that Melanie’s struggles were magical in origin. He felt bad at having no knowledge to aid the suffering former paladin of his curse. He chose to provide what comfort he could provide to Melanie.
