The sounds of war.

You awoke the following day to the unmistakable sounds of siege engines creaking and stones soaring. You stretched your arms over your head and arched your back, popping the bones in your spine. As you arch your body, you quickly became aware of your state of undress as the cool air ran over your curves. You let out a small cue before relaxing your body, then turned to the two nude women in bed with you.

Turning to your left, you saw Magia, your new sister, sleeping soundly like a small cub. You still couldn't wrap your head around just how much she had changed. She was beautiful before, in a motherly sort of way, but now she was a young goddess. Every single scratch, blemish, and scar was gone from her now toned and overly gorgeous body. Her now long raven hair was so soft that it looked like smoke as it flowed across the bedsheets, and her soft lips looked as sweet as peaches.

You smiled at the sleeping amazon and lightly brushed your fingers over her cheek, musing over how soft her skin felt.

Next, you turned to your right, where Thea was sleeping soundly with a warm smile on her lips. One of the many things you loved about her, even when she slept, she was joyous. She was laying on her belly, her small breasts pressed against the soft red sheets of your silk bed, and her curved butt was sticking up in the air like a small island poking out of the waves.

Resisting the urge to stroke her cute behind, you ran your eyes over the rest of her beautiful body, admiring her smooth curves and golden hair. Stroking a hand over her soft curves, you found yourself imagining her, nude in Ceno's arms, stroking one hand over his toned chest while the other curled her finger, beckoning you to join them.

With a loving smile, you leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, but just before your lips brushed against her soft skin, you noticed something that made your hair stand on end.

On her left shoulder was a pair of cuts, possibly from when an arrow graze her skin. They still looked somewhat fresh, only having just scabbed over. You weren't too worried about the minor injuries. Of course, you have suffered worse in training. What did bother you was that she got them in last night's battle. The same battle that you were **** to watch from the sidelines.

With a huff, you tossed the sheets from your nude form and jumped out of bed. You then sat down in front of your mirror and got to work, preparing yourself for the day. You may have missed last night's fight, but you weren't going to miss the ****. As soon as the river gates fell, you were going to coat your mother's sword in the blood of her killers.

Looking down at your dresser, you noticed that the servants had already provided you with a bowl of warm water and some scented oils. You couldn't help but be amazed by how quickly and quietly the males worked, like ghosts in the night.

First, you dipped your raven hair into the bowl, soaking down your long locks before roiling and wringing it out like a rag. Once you had squeezed all the access water out of your hair, you bundled it up and wrapped a towel around your head. Next, you took a sponge and poured the perfume into its pores. Then you started running it over your strong arms, toned thighs, and nude body.

Once you had washed the smell of sex from your curves, you unbundled your hair, pulled out a brush, and started racking out the knots. It was as you were combing your hair that you heard the sound of someone opening the flap of your tent. Though still in the nude, you weren't afraid of your modesty being violated, as you have seen most of your sisters undressed before, and vice versa. Sure, enough as you turned your head, you spotted Atheas walking into your tent.

"Atheas," you say calmly before turning your attention back to your hair, "What do you have to report?"

You notice that she seems a little uncomfortable as she stands at the entrance to your tent and is shifting her body near the flaps, almost as if she was trying to keep you from seeing something. "My Queen," she responded with a hint of unease in her throat, "We have a situation."

You roiled your eyes and let out an annoyed groan. "What now?" you say sternly, setting down your brush with a light clack.