Bab 1741: Valkyrie

But here they were, being looked down upon by two frail looking women, more interested in flirting with a boy Bjorn saw as a dandy than facing the coming enemy. 

Bjorn scorned them in his heart. 'You two will warm my bed tonight!' 

Deema pouted. "How hateful, ruining our time with hubby." 

The next moments could only be described as… poetic justice. The Karls below who had begun jeering at the Thralls who would receive punishment for their actions today stood frozen in shock. 

The two sisters flashed forward, their figures weaving together like a beautiful, choreographed dance. 

Their gowns fluttered. When the wind caught their figures just right, the fabrics would press flush against their bodies, revealing a nosebleed worthy sight.