(Miguels huge boots clomped up the stone spiral stairs as he rushed to the privacy of his own secluded tower chamber with the little prisoner securely in his powerful grasp.)
Giant Miguel had never had a visitor in his room before. He quartered far apart from the other monks because of his need for higher ceilings and easy access to the dungeon.
The narrow slits of the towers high windows let in light that brightened and warmed the room. With the brilliant rays of the morning sun glinting on his fair hair, little Juan looked like one of giant Miguels frequent, messy wet dreams come true.
Dont be afraid, Miguel said, still carrying his slender captive over his broad shoulders. He had no experience as a host, but fear he understood very well. In fact, it was his specialty.
Im not, little Juan answered in a small voice, looking up to meet his eyes with a shy, trusting smile.
Giant Miguel had never had a visitor in his room before. He quartered far apart from the other monks because of his need for higher ceilings and easy access to the dungeon.
The narrow slits of the towers high windows let in light that brightened and warmed the room. With the brilliant rays of the morning sun glinting on his fair hair, little Juan looked like one of giant Miguels frequent, messy wet dreams come true.
Dont be afraid, Miguel said, still carrying his slender captive over his broad shoulders. He had no experience as a host, but fear he understood very well. In fact, it was his specialty.
Im not, little Juan answered in a small voice, looking up to meet his eyes with a shy, trusting smile.