The Nun and King

Chapter 31

I'm sorry for the year its taken me to upload. I've gotten a new job as a crime scene investigator and that pretty much takes up all of my time now, but I havent forgotten about the story. i hope this is an okay chapter, hopefully I'll be able to post more. if you've stuck around, thank you

I stand in front of my door, arms folded as I hear footsteps lead to the door. When they pause, I knock again. "Markus," I call out. "I know you're awake, I can hear you two." Voices murmur from the other side before the door unlocks to reveal Markus standing there with a wrinkled shirt balled in front of his groin. Moisture still gleams from his tanned skin and he breathes unevenly, trying to catch his breath. Behind him, the woman is sitting up in his small bed holding a sheet to her breasts. Her dark hair is in a tangled mess and she too breathes deeply.

Smirking, I turn my focus back to Markus. "Did you even get any sleep?" I ask, recalling how only hours prior moans of pleasure sounded in the hall. Markus replies with a shrug. "I'll give you two a moment while I wake the others," I say before leaning in, sniffing. "You reek of sex and no, you don't have time for a bath."

Markus raises an arm and takes a whiff of his armpit. "Smells like a successful night to me." Behind him the dark haired woman climbs out of bed revealing her body and scrambles to find her clothes. Turning on my heel I head to Uriah's room and repeat the process, finding he has a busty blond tucked away in his and Nikolas's room.

"Where's Nik?" I ask Uriah who freely walks around his room nude. The blond still sleeps in his bed, softly snoring as her cleavage spills over the blankets.

Uriah gives his brawny shoulders a shrug. "He left earlier to get some more supplies for the road. Said he was tired of listening to the two of us." Fair. "Are the women awake?" I give a nod and tell him that they are getting dressed and would head down for breakfast after.

Heading down the old rickety stairs, the smell of porridge and bacon fills the narrow hall and I remember that the inn provides breakfast. Following the scent, I take a left at the landing and find a medium sized table displaying a large black kettle full of steaming porridge, a long oval plate with bacon, and a loaf of bread. Taking a seat, the inn keeper brings out a pitcher of water and mumbles she doesn't have any milk before disappearing back down the hall. Not waiting for the others I grab a bowl and help myself to the porridge and try to figure out our next course of action. Tomorrow, we should be arriving to the abbey, and I'll have to say goodbye to Claire, possibly for forever. It doesn't sit right leaving things the way they are, and I feel as if there is something between us I need to mend.

As if knowing my thoughts are of her, she along with the other women peer around the corner before sitting down as well. I say greet them good morning and try and hold eye contact with Claire but she seems to be avoiding me. They pray together for their food, thanking God to have blessed them with a roof over their heads for safe travels ahead of us. Minuets of silence tick by as we eat and I'm relieved with the rest of my men come waltz into the room.

"I'm starving," Uriah says, plopping down beside me.

"Aye," Markus says in agreement and sits down by Torva. She wrinkles her nose at him and scoots over an inch. They fix their plates and begin shoveling as much as they can into their mouths.

"You two have fun I take it?" Bastain asks, glancing back and forth between Uriah and Markus.

"You must be deaf if you didn't hear them rutting all night long," Torva murmurs to herself, earning a few giggles from the women. I had forgotten how abrasive she could be.

"Torva..." Claire chastises, looking up through her long dark eyelashes. "It's none of our business." Nik then comes in with a burlap sack full of supplies and cocks an eyebrow, curious as to what he just walked in on.