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A reason to fight.....

"I will not step and inch out of my place..." she paused a moment, clearly thinking something over before she turned her face to looked towards him, "What exactly am I to be calling you?" She figured she knew the answer that was about to come to her simple question but who knew really. He has surprised her before with his out of the ordinary actions. He could always surprise her again now.
 
"Sir would be appropriate. You may also feel free to use my name as you wish. In public, master would be required as many people, if they hear you casually refer to me as my name, will cause all sorts of problems. In private.......it's up to you whether to refer to me as that title or not." Zaryn explained, and quite casually at that.

"Now, I should ask the same question. What should I call the woman who nearly bested me in battle?" he continued, looking over at her.
 
His response was much what she would have thought it to be... for him. Another man would have clearly demanded the title of master all day, everyday, no matter where they may be. So it was an off demand, yet he was turning out to be a rather odd person. It fit him well. "My name is Keelia but I suppose it is your right to call me whatever you wish. Most men I have ever known in passing have just summoned my attention but the use for 'woman.' Thought it can be very hard to determine who a man refers to when he yells for 'woman' when a group of women are standing together."
 
"Heh, indeed. I shall just refer to you by your name then." Zaryn replied, chuckling a bit. He didn't bother to ask if that was alright. He just assumed and besides, she had already told him to call her whatever he desire.

"Is that bruise on your side still bothering you? I have a concoction that will clear it right up." he added, sitting up and reaching for a nearby table and grabbing a small container of some kind of..........mixture. Looked to be a type of ointment.
 
Keelia still had her arms wrapped around her midsection as she watched him go for, well, whatever it was he had in that little container. She was a little ware of it at first but the bruise was getting a bit swollen and pained her a bit more with each passing moment that she sat with him. "The healer said it was a few bruised ribs. You think that cream can help with that at all?" she asked, not really giving him access to the wound yet.
 
"Trust me, it will. Not an instant cure, but it dulls the pain and speeds up the natural healing process." Zaryn replied, reaching two fingers in and coming back with a dab on his fingers.

"Your arms are in the way." he told her, after waiting a moment for her to get the hint on her own. He wasn't surprised at her unease with the situation. Still, he did expect he to get use to it, as she'd be in far less later in the night.
 
She really was not so much hesitating with him as she was just being cautious with him. He was still basically a stranger, even if he pretty much owned her now. The fact was they had first meet one another upon the battle field, they were not exactly friends, now were they. But she saw no use in trying to stop him from rubbing the concoction on her and so she pulled her arms away, leaning back on them to give him the space to apply the healing cream to her skin. Her body was very well toned and slim under his hands.
 
And, Zaryn was tempted to just sit there and admire it, but he did not. He glanced her up and down a moment though, but soon went to applying the mixture, rubbing it gently onto the bruise to minimize pain, going in a growing circle until the whole area was covered. It would soon give her a strange of sensation. It would cold at first, then quickly turn pleasantly warm with the pain fading soon after.

"My own personal creation. Use it all the time on myself." he said as he wiped his fingers off on the rim of the jar before setting it back in it's place, then turning to see how she reacted to it.
 
She was more effected by the pressure of his hand upon the bruise then the strange cool then warm sensations that sunk into her skin and right to the inner pain itself. "You are a healer then as well as a warrior?" She asked him, honestly a little intrigued over how he had come up with such a mixture on his own for the longer it sat, the less pain was within her. "I must admit, it works rather well..."
 
"Not quite. When it comes to how I created it..........more dumb luck than anything. But regardless, for now, you will just rest. I need you in top form and I would not like to make any matters worse with your injury." Zaryn replied.

"The rest of today will be for rest, as we are both, not quite in tip top shape currently. Whether we do anything it or not, you will share my bed tonight, as I have previously stated." he added casually. Not like it be a bad thing to have sex with such a prime example of a man. Her body was amazing, and his was just as spectacular.
 
She simply nods her head softly as she seemed to relax enough now that she lays herself back upon the rug, letting out a deep sigh, the sounds of the tensions she had been holding inside her slowly leaving her through that long breath. "I understand... I hope it's a large bed..." she added. It was a bit unclear as to if she meant the statement more as a joke or as a smart jab or something else all together.
 
And Zaryn really didn't know how to take it himself. Just as he baffled her, she did the same to him at times. Ever since claiming her as his servant, he had been expecting her to just snatch his sword and slit his throat. And even she constantly stated it was due to her honor as a warrior, he was still surprised by her acceptance of her new life.

Regardless, he found it humorous, no matter what she meant by it, chuckling lightly.

"It's big enough." he replied, looking down at her.

"I'm curious. Why did you enter the arena? For fame and glory, or to show that you're as good and even better than any man?" he asked. He had been wondering about it himself. She wasn't the first woman to enter the arena, nor the only skilled one to do so. But, she was by far the best to ever grace the arena, even if she did lose. While having lost, she put up one hell of a fight.
 
"Perhaps a little bit of all that," she told him though her eyes looked towards the fire while she spoke to him. "The fame and glory, I cannot deny, would have been nice... but I would have had it for the other reason you mentioned. I would have been famous as the woman that entered the arena and was came out the better of the man she faced. I almost did it too." She sighed, eyes still deeply watching the flames flicker in the hearth, "But I came out still just a woman in those onlookers eyes. One beaten. I wanted to do my father's memory proud. He never looked down upon me because of my gender and made it very clear I could be whatever I wanted. I wanted to be a warrior like him and so he helped me to do it until the day he died. I have no other family nor ties, I figured, what could I loose? My life?" She shrugged slightly, "At least I would have gone out as a warrior..."
 
"Well, as a slave, it doesn't mean you've lost the opporutunities for fame and glory. A fair few of the combatants in the arena are slaves themselves. I'm willing to let you compete in the arena if you so desire, but........I shouldn't need to tell you that after being defeated by me, it's gonna be one hell of a up hill trek. Your goal is still attainable, just even harder to reach now." Zaryn explained. There wasn't really any downside to letting her compete like other slaves. She wins, which she no doubt would, both he and her would be brought the fame and glory they both desired. She would still be looked at as a slave, but with stories of old champions, who as slaves, ended up becoming more powerful in arena when it came to the people, than the rulers themselves.
 
She laughed slightly and shook her head, "Those slaves who are famous are... again, men. If I were to go into the arena among the slaves and win... which I would... I would simply become a novelty act for them then. Come see the slave girl beat the men then return to her life as a slave until next week. I had only ever planned to enter the arena one time and one time only. If I had won, I would have proved that a woman could be more then just a woman. Done myself and my father proud and move on with my life. If I died, I died trying." She looked to him at last then, "I never figured that my competitor may spare my life. It leaves me a bit unprepared for my future now. Though I suppose if you wish me to fight for your enjoyment, I have little choice in the matter now do I?"
 
"True, you do have little choice. We'll just have to wait and see how things go to see if I may desire to enter you in the arena since you seem to have no preference for it either way." Zaryn replied.

"I will say, I wouldn't mind seeing that body in action again, whether I'm the one on the receving end of it or not." he continued.
 
She did have a preference, but apparently her veiled message of her distaste for becoming a novelty act to amusement of men was a bit for vague for him. But what she had said, and he as well, was the more important factor. The choice was not hers to make but his and she accepted that. Sometimes she cursed her honor for being so much of herself.

"Sadly, I think this body does need a rest the longer I sit here with this bruise. I could not give you a good hard beating until the ribs have healed themselves. I hope you will not be upset about being made to wait. Or you may want to take advantage of that and not get to close to being beating the next time."
 
"I'll wait. A fight with one fighter not at their best is not a real fight at all. When we ineivtiable meet in battle again, no matter the reasons for it, it'll be when we're both at our bests." Zaryn replied.

"As such, the more physical aspects of your new role will be temporarily put off until you are one hudred percent, as I'd rather not make the injury worse and cause permanent harm." he continued.
 
She could not help but laugh slightly at his particular wording about the "most physical" things he intended for her to share with him. "As you wish, master," she told him as she laid back fully upon the soft rug, staring up at the ceiling then, feeling conflicted within. Sex was not something she feared it just felt a little demeaning perhaps inside her of her. She and her father had fought so long and hard to make sure she could never be caught up as a man's trophy and yet here she was. A trophy if there ever was one.
 
While Zaryn hadn't meant sex with the statement, it was something that would happen eventually. As he had alreayd stated, she'd be sharing his bed with him, and he fully intended to take advantage of that. She was ubelievably beautiful, and he had urges like any more. It was only natural that in their new roles, he fully intended to explore her wonderful body and all the pleasure it had to offer. But, it was only natural for even her to be rather..........anxious about the whole thing.

"With our battle, and your injuries as a result, you must be rather tired and drained. If so, we can retire for the night." he said, looking down at her.
 
"Whatever you wish to do," she turned her head a little so that her eyes were more upon him then the ceiling. "You have not even eaten yet and it IS rather early still. Don't think you must alter your daily routines around me. I'll still be here when you need me. I'm not going anywhere." It was not like she had anywhere else to go.
 
Even with what she had said already, he still half expecting her to try and run should she get the chance. It was only natural. It would probably take a show of just how loyal she was to put ALL his worries to rest.

"The same could be said for you then. I still have some meat left from one of my previous hunts. More than enough to feed the both of us tonight. Just needs to tossed on the fire for a bit." he said, standing up before going to do as he said, eventually coming back with two healthy helpings of meat on metal pokers. Then, he went about setting them up in the fire place, above the flames. Simple set up, but it would give the meat a nice, smokey flavor.
 
As he returned with the meat upon sticks, she could not help but laugh lightly as she sat up to take the poker with a brief nod and her thanks. She moved a little closer to the fire, placing the meat over the flames. It felt a bit silly to be with the champion of the people's home, roasting meat in a fireplace like they were in the middle of the wood. "You know... you are not as I thought you would be. You are not what I think many people may think you to be. There are tales that are popular among your admires about how you live better then the king himself."
 
"Yes, not all legends are true. Some perhaps, but not all. And I use my winnings on what I need. Nothing more, nothing less. I'd die before becoming one those gaudy, pretentious nobles." Zaryn replied, letting his meat cook a bit longer than hers, liking it well done, before taking the stick out of the fire, holding it to let the meat cool a bit.

"It's no surprise you feel that way. I know how people think of me. I've gotten use to the crazy stories and such." he added with a chuckle.
 
"If you buy only what you need with your winnings... then what do you do with the rest?" She bit into her meat that had taken the time to cool to a point when she could eat it without burning her tongue. "I take it that since those tale are untrue that the ones about you biting off the heads of chickens while training to get yourself pumped up are false as well? I'm rather glad that is something I will not be seeing in the times we spar together."
 
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