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...