Chapter 73: My personal project.
I woke up the next morning with Valleria's warmth still lingering beside me. As my eyes adjusted to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, memories of the intense night we shared flooded back to me. I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, to leave a soft kiss on her cheek.
She stirred slightly, her lips curling into a faint smile.
"I want to bite you so bad. You are so biteable. Chomp~" I whispered and gently bit her cheek.
"I'm sore all over you rascal." her smile got wider, implying she wasn't really mad at me.
"Ouch. Be careful. I'm used to feeding her twice at night, they are all pumped up now." Valleria forbade me from touching her breasts completely and moved closer to the edge of the bed to be able to stand up.
"Could you call for someone to help me with clothing? I should go, she must be hungry by now." Valleria nervously leaned for a piece of her clothes.
"They surely fed her plenty. Teach me how to dress you properly. I only know the other way around." I tried to close the distance in between us, but she knew me too well.
With a mellow laugh, she jumped up and backed away, covering her body behind the pile of her clothes.
"Some other time, my king." she shook her head, laughing into my face as she disappeared behind the door.
This was probably the first time we did it so much. I knew for sure we ended far past midnight, no wonder she is not feeling like doing it again.
"Do you plan to nap through the whole day? You were supposed to meet me for training. An hour ago." Isac's nagging woke me up. My head was buried in the spot still smelling like my lovely wife.
"Who let you in?" I sat up all frowned.
"I did. You are getting weak. Let's train." he walked around the bed and tossed my pants in my direction.
"Don't be a dick, I'm not in the mood." I growled still dizzy from the long morning nap.
"You are getting weak and fat. And slow. You need to train regularly." Isac continued with his complaints.
"That's not fat but muscles and I'm not getting slow. I train without you too, you know?" I tried to shut him up, but he was persistent.
"So slow! Do you even remember how to draw a sword?"
"Do you want to pick a fight this badly?" I frowned as I fastened leather trousers on my hips to easier blend in the training grounds. It was the only way, otherwise the training could turn really badly quite quickly. There were still men who despised my bloodline.
My father's nature caused much more than agitation among the common people, though it was getting much more bearable these days.
Training among novices was a great way to find out about the army's potential. I tried my best to make joining the military as desirable as possible, but still - there was a problem with morale and discipline.
The only way to lure men eager for glory to my army, was to make the whole process private. They would come to the capitol, undergo a health check up and would be sent back home or accepted for one year training, with the best of them being allowed to join the army.
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