Richard Parker Short Story

General Richard Parker was not a nice man. Considered cruel by many who knew him personally, he likely would have been put to death long ago if he had not been a military genius. Several years ago he had won several battles that had enlarged the Kingdom's lines and since then the King had been more than willing to overlook Richard's extracurricular activities. At the moment he was apart of a small fist of his men; only five hundred strong. Richard was on his way home, after spending months on the front lines he needed to get a better understanding of the battle field in order to plan his next move.

Having been away on the battlefield for so long Richard as taking advantage of all the comforts of home. That morning he had managed to have himself a nice warm bath, and his military gear had been nicely cleansed by the serving maids in the tavern he had stayed the night in. While being able to wash in a real tub was wonderful, he was desiring a comfort that was much more personal. Towards that end Richard had decided to check on a story he had heard one of his lieutenants had told back on the front lines. Of three very beautiful and innocent stories living just outside the
His eyes slowly looked each girl up and down, admiring the way their dresses tightly hugged their fine curves. Once his eyes had roamed up and down each girl he dismounted off of Charger, his black boots solidly landing on the ground. Being a general, Richard himself didn't fight on the front lines, so he wasn't required to wear the heavy plate armor, or even chain mail. He wore simple, yet elegant black leather armor that hugged his muscles even more tightly than the girl's sundresses hugged them. A simple sword and dagger hung from his belt, and his left forearm had four white ropes tied around them, signifying his rank. As Richard stepped up to the girl's a soldier ran from his camp in order to take Charger's reins and lead him back into the