Through the capital. Through the merchant quarter. Through the narrow streets where the buildings leaned together and the laundry hung from lines and the smell of bread and fish and horse filled the air. They turned left. They turned right. They passed a temple. They passed a market. They arrived at a building.

It was nondescript. A townhouse. Stone. Three stories. A wooden door. No sign. No markings. Nothing to distinguish it from any other building on the street.

Raven opened the door.

He walked in. Sera followed.

The room inside was warm. A fire burned in a hearth. Rugs covered the floor. A table sat in the center, covered with fruit and bread and wine. A bed was against the wall— large, covered in quilts, pillows stacked at the head.

On the bed sat a woman.

She was tall. Her hair was red— dark red, the color of wine. It fell past her shoulders in thick waves. Her skin was pale. Her face was sharp. High cheekbones. Full lips. Green eyes. She wore a loose shirt— unlaced at the collar, revealing the swell of her breasts. Her legs were bare beneath a short skirt. Her feet were bare. In her lap was a sword. In her hand was a cloth. She was cleaning the blade— the oil glistening on the steel, the rasp of the cloth audible in the quiet room.

Beside her, on the other side of the bed, sat another woman.

She was smaller. Darker. Her hair was black— straight, long, falling to her waist. Her skin was brown. Her face was round. Soft. Her eyes were large. Dark. She wore a dress— simple, cotton, the neckline low enough to reveal the upper curve of her breasts. A book was in her lap. She was reading.

They both looked up.

"You have arrived," the red-haired woman— Vess— said. Her voice was low. Warm. The voice of a woman who has been waiting and who is pleased that the waiting is over. She set down the sword. She stood.

"Hi there," Raven said.

The other two women moved.

They came off the bed. They crossed the room. They ran.

They ran to Raven. They threw their arms around him. They pressed their bodies against his. Their breasts— large, full, larger than Sera’s— mashed against his chest and his arms. Their hands found his back, his hair, his face. They kissed him— on the cheek, on the jaw, on the lips. They were laughing. Smiling. The sounds of women who have been separated from their man and who are overjoyed to see him.

Sera stood in the doorway.

She stared.

Two women. Two beautiful women. Both more beautiful than her. Their boobs were bigger than hers. Much bigger. Vess’s were enormous— the shirt barely containing them, the fabric straining at the collar, the cleavage deep and shadowed. Juhi’s were large too— as big as Sera’s, perhaps bigger, the low neckline revealing the full upper curve, the nipples visible through the thin cotton.

Sera trembled.

She looked at her own chest. At her training tunic. At the modest swell of her breasts beneath the fabric. She looked at Vess’s enormous tits. At Juhi’s full, heavy breasts. She looked at their faces— beautiful, soft, feminine. At their bodies— curvy, full, the bodies of women who had never held a sword.

She felt small.

She felt plain.

She felt like a fighter standing next to lovers.

Raven disentangled himself. He looked at Sera. He looked at the other two.

"This is Sera," he said. His voice was casual. Conversational. The voice of a man introducing a new member of a group. "Sera, this is Vess. And Juhi."

Vess looked at Sera. Her green eyes swept the younger woman’s body— the training tunic, the loose pants, the braid, the calloused hands. She looked at Sera’s chest. At her hips. At her face.

"A knight?" Vess said. Her eyebrow rose. "Really?"

Sera’s face went red.

"She is," Raven confirmed.

"Interesting," Vess said. She looked at Sera with new interest— and something else. Appraisal. The appraisal of a woman assessing a new rival. Or a new companion. Or both.

Juhi smiled. She was gentler. Her dark eyes were warm. "Welcome, Sera," she said. Her voice was soft. Musical. "Come sit. Eat."

Raven looked around.

"Where is the other one?" he asked.

Vess laughed. "She is in the bathroom," she said. "Cleaning her hair."

"Poor hair," Raven said.

Vess and Juhi laughed.

Sera did not laugh. She looked at the bathroom door. Then at Raven. Then at the two women. Then at Raven again.

Raven walked to the bathroom door. He opened it. He went inside. The door closed behind him.

Sera stood in the main room.

Vess and Juhi turned to her. Their eyes were bright. Curious. The eyes of women who have been where Sera is now and who know exactly what she is feeling and who find it amusing and endearing and slightly exciting.

"Come," Juhi said. She patted the bed. "Sit. Tell us."

"Tell you what?" Sera said. Her voice was small. She sat. The bed was soft. Softer than anything she had ever sat on.

"How did he fuck you?" Vess said. She sat beside Sera. Her enormous breasts swayed with the movement. She leaned forward. Her green eyes were intent. Hungry. "Tell us everything."

Sera’s face went crimson.

"What—?" she gasped. "I— I do not— we did not—"

"She is shy," Juhi said. She sat on Sera’s other side. She was closer. Her perfume— jasmine— was in Sera’s nose. "Do not be shy. We are all his. We are all the same."

"All the same?" Sera whispered.

"Yes," Juhi said. She smiled. Her dark eyes were warm. "We are his women. You are his woman. We share. We do not compete."

Sera trembled. She looked from Juhi to Vess. At their faces. At their bodies. At their breasts— so much larger than hers. At their curves— so much fuller than hers.

"You are a knight, really?" Vess asked again. She was looking at Sera’s arms. At the muscle. At the callouses. "With those arms? You must be strong."

"I— yes," Sera said. Her voice was still small. "I trained. For sixteen years."

"Sixteen years," Juhi breathed. "That is impressive. I have never trained a day in my life."

"Neither have I," Vess said. She flexed her arm. The muscle was soft. Negligible. "My weapons are here."

She gestured at her chest. The enormous breasts swayed with the motion.

Sera stared.

She could not help it. The breasts were... enormous. Bigger than her head. The nipples were visible through the shirt— dark, large, stiff. The areolas were wide. The cleavage was deep enough to lose a hand in.

"Do not compare yourself," Juhi said softly. She had noticed Sera’s gaze. Her expression. The self-consciousness. "He does not choose us for our breasts. He chooses us for what we are."

"What am I?" Sera whispered.

"You are his knight," Juhi said. She smiled. "And his wife."

Sera’s face went redder.

In the bathroom, Raven closed the door.

The room was small. A tub sat in the center— copper, steaming. A mirror hung on the wall. A shelf held soaps and oils and a razor— a straight razor, the blade open, resting on a cloth.