There was the Winter Wall, beyond that was a large river, that was shallow enough to cross, but there could be anything waiting beyond that.
“Nymeria, we need to rest,” Anna spoke softly, whispering into my ear.
I looked back, seeing all of my people. They looked tired and some of them were on the horses, because they couldn’t walk much longer.
“I think you’re right,” I was running my people into the ground. I had determination and angry for my brother, so that kept me from slowing down and Micheal was born for this. Mena wasn’t bothered, and neither was Anna.
Everyone finally stopped and people got their tents up, for the evening. It was going to be a good night. We were all sitting together, once we all got everything set up. It was nice, being with everyone. When I was younger, in Ocean Villa, the family was never together, like this. The North was very family oriented and I really enjoyed that. I felt like I belonged here.
“Nymeria,” someone stated. His name was Barton. He was Micheal’s cousin and acting commander if Micheal was gone for anything. “You have given everyone hope and we appreciate you. On behalf of our group, we apologize for not listening to you when we first started our journey.”
I looked down and smiled. I closed my eyes and shrugged a bit. “I don’t need apologies, but I appreciate them. I understand where you all were coming from. I am a Southern Bitch, but I know how to command an army.” We all erupted in laughter.
Later that evening, Mena, Anna, and I went to my tent, where there was a brass tub for bathing. Mena and Anna had gotten water, so I could bathe. It was steaming, in the tent and it was warm and inviting.
“Thank you. How could you know that I was craving a bath,” I cooed, dropping my clothes. I was bare, but there was no shame. Anna had seen me bare several times, but Mena hadn’t. She had never drawn a bath either.
I stepped into the warm, steamy water and smiled as I slowly sank into the water. It smelt of lavender. My cheeks heated up and I closed my eyes. Anna sat behind me on a stool, Mena stood off to the side. My eyes slowly opened and looked at the dark haired girl. “Mena, come over here.”
The foreign girl strolled over and I smiled.
“Why are you so quiet?”
Mena gave a shrug and kneeled down, by the tub. “I don’t want to upset you by talking about how much I hate your husband.”
I looked at the girl, in disbelief before leaning forward, in the tub, to give the girl a brisk slap to the face without much forgiveness.
This didn’t move Mena. She just stared at me without an expression. She was blank. She meant what she had said and was going to keep to it.
“Mena, you have no right,” Anna spoke up, stepping towards the new handmaiden. She pushed her back, as if that was going to do any good to make Mena change her mind.
“Anna, stop,” I raised a hand. I was still in the tub. I really did not like the fighting, especially among the girls that were basically my protectors and maids. I loved both of them. Mena had her down falls and so did Anna.
“But, Princess,” Anna started, but then moved back to behind me to finish washing my hair. She would glare at Mena, occasionally to the point that Mena had left the tent.
“Shush, Anna,” I shook my head.
That girl was going to be the death of me some day, but for now, I just needed to figure out what she wanted from me. She looked sad when she spoke about her hate of my husband. She didn’t hate him. She was just upset about everything that happened with her brother and the Rebels.
Anna finished helping me wash up and I got up, just as Micheal entered the tent. He looked at the tub and me before telling Anna to leave.
“I want to bathe,” Micheal purred, beginning to drop his clothing as he walked over to the tub. The water was still warm, so I didn’t mind just sitting in it any longer.
“Mena doesn’t like you,” I muttered, sitting across from him, in the tub. My legs were against my leg, so I could give him enough room to wash himself. He was filthy anyway.
“Of course. Anna doesn’t like me either,” he chuckled. A lot of people didn’t like him.
“Anna doesn’t hate you,” I moved closer, straddling his hips. I rested against him. My breasts pressed against his pale chest, my lips curled into a smirk. I could feel his cock moving against my backside and my cheeks heated up.
“Enough about your handmaidens,” Micheal whispered, leaning back. His hands rested on my hips. I knew what he was getting at and we hadn’t had sex for a few months.
I exhaled slowly, feeling him moving me around his cock before it entered. I gasped softly before leaning into him, laughing softly against his lips.
Our lips meshed together, the water began sloshing back and forth. I gave a soft moan, closing my eyes as I moved back and forth, riding my husband roughly before I could feel him climax within me. My nails dug into his shoulders, whimpering softly in pleasure. My body shook violently and I cried out.
This was the best sex that I had ever had with Micheal. It was leg shaking and vision blurring amazing.
