Saving Salia

Fara and Kamryn Broin are two knights from the land of Vallor, except they have no valor at all. Both gamblers and womanizers, the sisters have been living on the run from the law for having broken their knightly vows. But when Princess Salia is captured by ruffians, the Broin sisters are the only ones who can save her. Don't miss the first installment of this lesbian harem romance series! -- "Your beauty hath undone me. I fear after this I shall be ever at thy mercy," Kamryn helplessly confessed. "So do I, sweet knight, forgive me," said the princess miserably. -- "Oh, no, you don't," said Fara, rising from her kneeling position at the fire. "I did slay more bandits than you, so I shall rest first." "Horse shite," said Kamryn at once, pausing as she fumbled at the buckle on her greave. She sat upright. "I slew more – I always slay more! You just want to sleep first, admit it." Fara's lips tightened irritably. "Fine," she said, marching over. "We shall play Stone, Scissors, Parchment." Princess Salia, still sitting on the edge of the bed, giggled behind her hand before she could stop herself. "Truly?" she said in amazement when the knights looked her way. "You two are like children, honestly." Kamryn resisted the urge to let the princess irritate her. So did Fara, who ignored the princess and turned again to her sister. Stone, Scissors, Parchment was serious business as far as they were concerned. -- "And what would a man have to do to find himself in your good graces?" Salia's heart leapt, startled by the question. Kamryn's voice was almost hushed, intimate. She didn't know why, but her heart was pounding in her ears when she answered, "Well, firstly, he would have to be a she." Kamryn laughed. "Oh, aye? That's good to know." Salia haughtily lifted her chin. "Why?" "Because it means I do have a chance," answered Kamryn in a low voice, as if for fear Fara would overhear them. Salia blushed a little. "Do you truly think that you of all people have a chance with me, a princess of all Vallor?" she mocked, desperate now to mask her true feelings. Kamryn chuckled. "Come now, your highness. I saw the way you looked at me." Salia gasped indignantly. "I did no such thing! That you would dare to insinuate --!" "Oh, you looked," said Kamryn, still chuckling. "When we have reached the inn, I shall take off my armor, and if you look again, I shall know thee for a liar." Salia blushed hotly. "I . . . That is . . ." She stammered herself to silence and felt foolish when Kamryn laughed at her yet again. But it was true: she had looked at Kamryn. When Fara first pushed the hair back from her eyes, Salia had looked upon the knights and she had been startled by their beauty. She hadn't expected to find herself surrounded by two beautiful, tall women in armor, with their fierce eyes and long, dark hair. She loved dark women, especially dark women who were strong.