“Rosie did what?” Kaly exclaimed when Thorne told her of what I did to Draven when we arrived at a tent where the participants got ready. Kaly was shamelessly changing in front of men. I was glad to see that no one dared to look at her. They might be tactless but they were certainly respectful at least to Kaly.
“She poured a pitcher full of mead over his head.” Thorne answered struggling to put on armor on his wrists.
I came around to his side and helped him with it. In my time at the infirmary back home, I often removed armor from my patients. I got a hang of it over the years.
Kaly wraps me in a big embrace. I felt her own armor dig at my bare skin. “I think I love you even more, Rosie.”
I laugh and return her hug momentarily forgetting the King I’m assisting. “I fell deeper in love
