Chapter7

#Chapter7

Defense

Talus' POV

I was indeed blessed. Every single lady I ended up with was good in bed. And Tamara was no exception. Damn. The things she did with her hips. Memories of our wedding night flashed in my head. I smiled as I thought of every single naughty detail.

/"I can't believe the queen married you,/" Janos muttered as he walked past me.

His armor made a clang with each step he took. He had fully recovered now.

/"Someone's jealous,/" Isalo said, dropping pells on the floor.

/"Don't forget your place kid,/" Janos answered, a frown on his face.

/"The same applies to you, Janos,/" I smirked. /"I can have your head cut off if I wish./"

He gulped and moved to a red tent. He picked up some shields and threw them where Isalo kept the pells.