Manohar's Wife (Part 1)
"Very bad. Erlik's army grows by the day and the city is akin to a warzone. If not for the fact that all living quarters are heavily enchanted, there would have been countless casualties among civilians." Marth said.
Yet Quylla noticed that he seemed to have gained weight, his face wasn't deadly pale as usual, and even the grey streaks that he had recently gotten on his hair due to stress was returning to their natural color.
"Are you done with your guests, baby? I'm tired of waiting." Ryssa walked out of the bedroom, sitting on Marth's lap while putting her arms around his neck.
She had wheat-blond straight hair, wearing what seemed to be a light cotton white nightgown, leaving only her delicate shoulders and arms exposed. Her figure was even more slender than Lyta's but no less attractive.
Marth swallowed a lump of saliva in embarrassment. This wasn't how he wanted to be remembered by his students and colleagues.