Fifteen
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DENI’S POV
After the bath, Deni and Alaric had returned back to the camp.
It had been a very awkward walk back, because Deni was too shaken by the effects of what he had done to her in the lake.
She blushed again as she thought of what had happened.
Was this what he meant by her warming his bed?
She had been filled with shame of course, as he touched her.
She was a lady and she was not supposed to be touched like that.
She knew nothing of what happened between a man and woman.
Well she probably did have an idea. She had seen animals mating before. And she had assumed that humans did the same thing too.
There had been no one to ask such questions too.
But then the effect of everything.
It had left her scared, confused, but wanting more.
She refused to speak to him on the way back because she was very much filled in shame.
The man had seen her naked!
Alaric on his own part was extremely quiet. Which was highly unlike him.
He did not goad her, he did not call her goat or make fun of her, he was just quiet.
For a second, Deni was worried that he was disgusted in her, or perhaps she had done something bad.
When they finally got to the camp, he turned to her.
“Are you still to sleep in your makeshift tent?” He asked her.
She nodded, still unable to speak.
“So be it.” He said. “The men would have prepared the meal now. When you are ready go to the fire and eat.”
Then he left her they separated ways instantly.
When she got back to her tent, she spent a good one hour sitting and talking to herself on her predicament.
She did not want to admit that the way he had touched her made feel good, instead she wanted to simply keep it to herself.
But he had left her confused and wanting more.
“Stop it!” She snapped to herself.
She sighed. “Oh Lord, now I am talking to myself.”
She heard footsteps near her tent and she became alert.
But when she heard Richard’s voice, she relaxed.
“My lady?” He called.
“Richard.” She replied with a soft sigh.
“I wished to tell you that Lord Alaric sends for you. The meal is ready for you to eat.” He said as he stood outside the tent without coming in.
“Alright I shall be out there soon, thank you.” She told him.
Then she heard his footsteps as he left.
It took her another good thirty minutes for her to carry herself out of the tent.
When she got to the camp fire, everyone was there and for a second she felt naked, like everyone had known about what had happened between her and Alaric.
She turned and looked at him. His hair was tied in a ponytail and he had only his plaid on.
And then she saw that he had nothing to cover his chest.
She quickly looked away.
She took a seat and a plate of food was passed to her.
“Thank you.” She said.
The men resumed their talk.
They were talking about another Scottish pack trying to find their way into Alaric’s own territory.
“It is probably high time we get rid of those men, show them a lesson.” One of the men said.
Deni still had no idea what their names were, all except Richard.
“Bring Saragon to his knees.” Another man said.
“They think they can threaten us in our own land.” One said.
“Would they have the mind to intervene? Would they attack our home as we are gone knowing that Alaric is not home?” Someone said.
“And how would he know that our master is not at home.” A large buff one said. “No one in Scotland knows that Alaric is gone, not even our own people.”
“I say we fight them. We can take Saragon and his men down can we not?”
“But his allies are around us. We are literally gathered by them. Four of his allies are our neighbours, we only have two allies around us.”
“But the west isles boasts of over thirty allies and even in favour to the king.” Someone said.
The men all laughed.
“If we fight we shall defeat them.”
“I do not think so.”
They all turned.
Even Deni herself turned around to see who they were looking at before realising that it was her.
And that it was she who had spoken.
She wahre to close her big mouth, but it was too late.
“Why do you not think we shall win?” Alaric who had been quiet all through the chapter asked.
She cleared her throat. She had already spoken she had to finish.
“Well, you said that the west isles can boast of over thirty allies in the entire Scotland.” She said. “But they are quite far away.”
Alright rose a brow.
She sighed in. “Your Enemy has four allies surrounding you, while you only have two.”
She turned to Richard. “Where does this Saragon live?”
“He is one of our neighbours.” He said.
She nodded. “That including him, would be five enemies. The west isles have only two and including yourself three. You face three to five.”
“We have allies.” Someone gruffly said.
“Who are miles and miles away.” She finished for him. “If you attempt an attack, he would undoubtedly win because you and your allies would be surrounded and he would have won long before your allies had come.”
She sighed.
“The best bet to win a fight with him is making more allies of your neighbours.” She said.
The men were all very quiet, looking at her in amazement.
Alaric’s face shown indifference.
Deni looked down at her food as she assumed her husband was embarrassed with her speaking out.
After the long silence and everyone looking at her, someone said.
“But which one of our neighbours would be our ally?”
And then there was silence again and the place erupted into a large scene of laughter.
Deni was shocked. She had not been expecting this kind of reaction.
“Why are they laughing?” She asked Richard who was seated by her. “Is it something I said?”
Richard shook his head. “No my lady. Far from that. In fact, I believe what you said was quite intelligent. The men must too.”
“So why are they laughing?” She asked.
“Well you said that the best bet would be to become allies with one of our current neighbours. That is impossible.” He said. “That is why they are laughing.
Deni looked down at her food and resumed eating.
She instantly regretted even speaking up in the first place.
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