Chapter Eleven
While his father was being murdered on the opposite side of the palace, Roderick carefully watched his wife from across the room. Her private bedroom afforded them slightly more privacy than in his bedroom, and they were safe inside her place, making need of his bodyguard unnecessary. She knew he was watching. That was the whole point. He was rather impressed with Princess Margareta’s bodyguard. She was nearly as tall as he was and it wouldn’t have surprised him that she was as strong. And she looked good in her dress which was even stranger. It was odd to see two women kissing each other, not courtly kissing, but intimate kissing, the types of kisses exchanged by lovers.
He liked the way it made him felt, watching his wife kiss another woman. His c**k certainly liked it.
