Twenty Eight

I watched the last of the warriors that would leave, matched out of the camp, that was the Group that Boan was in, unlike their counterparts that had left, this group had it easy for them, they were going to the capital where some of them will wait for us to arrive before riding out to meet the main army wherever Elison will guide them to. Tomorrow at dawn, Orel, Dyane, Gwenn and me will leave the camp on our own journey along with ten best warriors who will act as guards for us too… well guards for me since I knew that Orel doesn’t need a guard, but we need the numbers. If we were just four traipsing through towns and hamlets, people will be getting the wrong idea that we would be easy to take down and I know that if skirmishes do happen, Orel will not allow any of the offenders to live on.

Most times it is easy to forget that I am joined to the warlord, he hasn’t killed anyone in my presence, and he has been nice and caring even though he is dense but it is no fault of his. most times I can think of him as a man like my father, protective of his people, a good leader and amazing father and husband in his family but in some situations like this when I stand by him and hear him give out punishments about what should be done to those who disobey his orders when he is not around reminds me of the fact that he is indeed the warlord and most of the punishment tends to make me woozy when I think about it for long so I try to remove my mind from it after all, people were punished every day when the camp was still full but that was one of the places where Orel kicked against me seeing. Which I don’t get, I know that Gwenn has watched some punishments doled out to those deserving of it, I know she has dealt some herself, why was Orel trying to keep me from witnessing it.

There was a voice telling me that I was jealous of the things which Gwenn is allowed to do but I purposely turn away from those thoughts, I refused to entertain thoughts which say I am jealous of Gwenn when I am the wife and the one whom Orel attentions is fixed on. “…if the warrior isn’t remorseful of his actions, don’t bother to punish him, kill him. It will be more merciful than what I will do to the warrior when I return.” Orel said as I glanced at him, why didn’t I catch the beginning of that statement to know what actions warrants killing.

“Yes warlord.” Elison nodded as Gwenn rolled her eyes, she was standing close to me, we came here after our practice in the training field where she complimented me for my form and style which seems to have blossomed from within me, according to her, and I was a natural like Orel. It will take me a long time before I can reach her level but I can now take care of myself, that didn’t mean that we will stop training of course, if we dare to bring that discussion up to Orel we were both uncertain of what his actions might be.

“Are you done for the day?” Orel asked and I was confused because he was still staring at Elison.

“Yes warlord.” Gwenn said from besides me as Orel nodded.

“How many times did you best her?” Orel faced me, his expression slowly returning to what I was used to which was Orel my husband and not Orel the warlord.

“Twice warlord.” I replied in the same manner that Elison and Gwenn replied him.

His lips twitches as my mouthy response “How long did the training session last.”

“Two hours.” I mumbled not laughing anymore.

“An improvement even though you didn’t best her.” Orel said lifting my chin so that he can look into my eyes. He read the question in my eyes at his words as he clarifies what he said. “Your stamina has increased, that is good.”

“Clearly from much training and not in love plays.” Gwenn added as Elison choked on a laughter while Orel frowned at Gwenn but I shrugged her comments off, my new friendship with Gwenn was one based on insults and underhanded comments about our private lives.

“Oh, that aspect has been improved too, what about yours. Still dull I see.” I dismissed her comments as if it was nothing but mine made her ears red as Elison let out a booming laughter.

“Rot in hell bitch.” Gwenn said as she storms off.

“After you show me the way, heard that was where you grew up, no wonder you cranky as hell.” I called after her as Orel tried to stifle his sounds of amusement.

“You love bantering with her.” Orel pointed out as I shrugged then glare at him.

“That doesn’t mean she is my friend Orel.”

“Why not.” Orel asked, he has been trying to get me to accept Gwenn as my friend for days not but I refused to.

“Because my only friend is Dyane currently.” I replied as Elison looked at me with hurt expression.

“Why I am not regarded as your friend.”

“Because my friends are those who are completely loyal to me. You are more loyal to my husband than you are to me.”

“Good principle wife.” Orel nodded at me as I smiled. “Are you sure that you want Gwenn to tag along.”

“Yes, I do. After all we can continue our weird truce on the way. The truce is fun I will admit but it would not be nearly as fun with us apart from each other.” I replied as Orel nodded.

“Let’s get some rest so that we can prepare early for tomorrow.” Orel wrapped his hand around my waist as he pulls me towards the direction of our tent without waiting for my answer not that he needed to, my answer was yes to whatever he wants to do with me.

“I know that you are not going to be resting.” Elison said with a put out voice, he wanted to spend time with his friend but his friend wanted just the company of his wife.

“Hang out with Gwenn.” Orel called back but he didn’t stop us from continuing our walk.

“In her mood. Not thank you but I will pass that offer.” Elison as I waved back to him but he didn’t replied which meant that he didn’t see me wave, he must have turned away already.