Quinn's Bondage Assortment

  I flew heading eastwards into German territory, high above the trenches. I could see them snaking out below me, from one end to the horizon to the other. It always gave me a bit of an uneasy feeling to fly over enemy side, even if it was something we did pretty routinely. My squadron had been patrolling over the frontlines to intercept German bomber squadrons attempting to attack our positions. I was an accomplished french ace who had flown countless times over the front. Talented and adept at aerial combat, countless planes shot down, and an accomplished squadron to command. We felt that we were absolutely up to the task ahead. There was little going on during our flight, we were looping in a large oval across no man's land, constantly on the lookout for a German formation. Their fighters usually didn’t even bother to fly over our territory; only their bombers would try to sting through. Flying high and in a tight formation, hoping to evade us. And there! Off in the distance and...

  We had been travelling for days, it was a dull journey, they always were. The princess, who was my current ward, was sheltered and naive. She had been reading a book for most of the journey, thankfully, I did not think I could deal with an endless conversation with her. Still, it was the job, as tedious as it was. I hunched over, my sword resting against my shoulder, the carriage comes to a screeching halt and the princess hardly bats an eye at it as she reads. I on the other hand knew something was up, my companions were not going to just stop in the middle of nowhere, and then I heard a voice. A shrill demand for coin and I was for once roused from my stupor. I burst out of the carriage sword in hand. To my disappointment it really was just bandits, unwashed peasants. About six, unarmored, with mostly spears and the odd sword. A pointless task, a thankless one. My scars ached, I felt old. I mostly felt angry at this endless need for fighting, none of it with any merrit anymore....