Nine nights (2)
The fifth night turns out exactly like the fourth.
My Duke starts reciting the poem as if it was the first time, and I end up burning just like yesterday.
On the sixth night, I don't leave him time to manipulate me. I just jump on him and do the work before he can open his mouth and recite that damn my dear wife.
His face is surprised at first, but he soon understands the benefits. And he drags me down under the sheets.
After all, we won't be able to continue like this forever. The baby will soon start growing. It's better to use these nights to the fullest.
Finally, on the seventh night, I manage not to fall asleep.
«What are you going to talk about today?»
He strokes my back and kisses my temple, lost in his thoughts.
I'm waiting for the main part of the story. I want to hear the reasons why Alexander insisted on winning the war.