Staring at the large mirror in the wardrobe, as he buttoned up his white long-sleeved shirt that hugged his muscular frame, Edrik never wiped the smile off his lips. His mind drifted back in time.

To the first time he met Sherena. How she had approached him and offered herself as a replacement bride for him. It was both surprising and confusing. Marrying a girl he had just met for the first time. A girl who always managed to knock him out of bed every morning with her deadly kicks.

Edrik chuckled to himself. Remembering the close call when a glass had almost hit his head as he entered her...