The Forgotten - Chapter 37

“I said, no touching,” Sharlett cried loudly at one persistent suitor.  “Let go of my arm.”  Hrodgar strode up to the man who was accosting Sharlett.

“Miss Sharlett, is this, er,” he looked at the slender man with greasy hair and pale features.  His clothes were gaudy and the violet tunic clashed horribly with his green hose.  “Butterfly,” Hrodgar continued.  “At least I think that’s what it is.  Is this butterfly pestering you Miss?”

Sharlett tried again to shake the hand loose.  “Yes.”

“Let the Lady g