Sinric goes to him gladly, like a tired child. But the view as he stretches out on the bed is anything but child-like.
From behind, half turned, he is a vision of androgynous beauty. His small, heart-shaped buttocks, the sweep of his back, the fall of his golden hair in its long braid swept over his neck. He should have been a grecian muse or a renaissance model rather than a Byzantine slave.
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From behind, half turned, he is a vision of androgynous beauty. His small, heart-shaped buttocks, the sweep of his back, the fall of his golden hair in its long braid swept over his neck. He should have been a grecian muse or a renaissance model rather than a Byzantine slave.
He's sleep almost at once.