Morale

Gerwald rushed back from the clothing store next to the bar. He had purchased a simple smock for each of the girls and turned his back while they dressed.

‘Your Highness,’ he began, ‘morale within the camp has been low since your capture. I can only offer you my apologies that I was not able to protect you better.’

‘It’s not your fault,’ Negana comforted him. ‘I should have got out of there quicker, there were just too many enemies to hold back.’ He nodded at her, accepting her comments.

‘Now, this is Amethyst, she is going to join us for the remaining battles, and I think she will be a huge help.’ Amethyst smiled sheepishly at Gerwald. Not only was he gorgeous and muscly with a really deep voice, he had also just watched her have a screaming orgasm within seconds of them meeting.

‘Now,’ Negana continued, ‘I could do with a drink. Can I get you both one?’

‘If I may, Your Highness,’ Gerwald replied, ‘it would be good for the troops if you were to make it known that you have escaped. You know, make a big entrance?’

Negana hadn’t considered this, but of course he was right.

‘Very well. Will you come with us to the Command Tent?’

‘No,’ he said.

‘Oh.’

‘If I go with you, it may look as though I have been over to the enemy camp and rescued you. If you arrive alone the army will think you escaped and you will earn their respect.’

Negana and Amethyst looked at each other, raised their eyebrows and nodded. There was no faulting his logic.

‘Very well,’ decided Negana, ‘I will go alone. I would be grateful if you would both meet me there.’

‘Very good, my Queen,’ Gerwald nodded. Amethyst followed him to his table so he could collect his belongings while Negana walked back into the trees toward the Saviour’s camp.