#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.