Chapter 13
“Your Majesty.” Lorelai rose from the bed to wrap her arms around him from behind. The King’s chest was broad and firm from the hours he still spent practicing with his sword. She didn’t know why he persisted in those skills. When it came to war, she doubted very much he would be on the front lines this time. That would fall to his son, the Toha of Dreach-Sciene. “What has your mind so occupied?”
He looked back over his shoulder to meet her eyes, but she was right. His mind was elsewhere.
“That is nothing you need concern yourself with.” He turned to take her into his arms and kissed her solidly.
The frustration began to melt away as he led her back to the bed. The King was a virile man, she’d come to realize. She was many years younger than him, but it didn’t seem to matter
