Daughter of War

Chapter 13 - Dragon Army

The next morning, Thora awakens with a smile on her face, she gets out of bed and stretches; her legs feel like jelly as she walks over to the window and bathes in the morning sunlight as she looks out to the sunrise.

"You are beautiful," Alden says, Thora turns back around to find her husband watching her, propped up on one elbow completely smitten as he stares at his wife, "How could I be so lucky to have you as my wife?"

"The Gods favour you, my prince," Thora smiles, she goes back to her husband and crawls into bed with him.

"It seems they do, my princess," Alden laughs, kissing Thora's collar bone as Thora giggles like a love-struck fool.

"Alden," Thora giggles, she pushes him off of her and then moves a safe distance away, "I'm hungry."

"So am I." Alden towards Thora with lust in his eyes, "You wouldn't leave me hungry would you?"

"Later, my love," Thora says, dancing away from Alden's hold, "Later."

Alden pouts at Thora as she pulls out a dress of red and gold, Thora chooses the dress based on its lace front, making it easier to dress herself.

"How can I possibly resist you while you wear that?" Alden asks, nevertheless he pulls on his trousers and then puts on a black shirt.

"You look quite the treat yourself," Thora says, looking her delectable husband up and down as he pulls on his boots.

Alden goes onto his knees before his wife and then holds her slipper for her to step into.

"I am not worthy of a woman like you," Alden says, looking up to Thora after helping her into her other slipper.

"No," Thora says, smiling as she leans down to him, "But I love you anyway."

Alden takes Thora's hand and then stands to his feet, he wants nothing more than to rip the dress from her and spend the day ravishing her with his mouth.

Alden and Thora walk into the dining hall hand in hand when Esmilia spots them she smiles and pieces together why their smiles are so similar.

Lady Suttarra also realises the reason for Alden's smile, a scowl sets hard onto her face as she looks Throa up and down.

"You are late," she scowls, glaring at Thora.

"Give it a rest, mother," Alden says, silencing her with a wave as he sits his wife at the head of the table, Alden doesn't take the seat at the other end of the table, instead he chooses to sit to Thora's right.

Suttarra's face sets so hard that Esmilia jests that it might crack.

"You should not degrade yourself in such a manner," Suttarra huffs, "You are the prince, you are to be seated at the head."

"Leave us, mother," Alden says, not even listening to his mother's ranting anymore, "If you cannot be civilised, then you have no place here."

Suttarra leaves, she storms out of the room hoping one of her sons would stop her, but none speak up for her.

"Alden," Jarret says, creating a conversation, "I've been learning to use a sword for the past three years now. I'm getting better, but the other boys are getting too easy to beat."

"Well then," Alden says with a smile, "Perhaps I should come and see for myself how good you really are, little brother."

Jarret smiles and turns to Harrmon.

"No," Harrmon says, before Jarret could ask the question.

"Please?" Jarret asks, "Please come and train with us!"