Reluctantly, yes

You leave Alexia's tent having trouble concentrating so you walk towards the river thinking a cool dip will help calm down, or at least reduce the swelling of your throbbing cock. While waking through camp, several of your men grinning and at least a few of the female warriors of Kalion giving you impish grins and licking the lips as they check out the bulge under your tunic.

Thankfully, as you get near the river the crowds lessen and by the time you disrobe and wade out into the cool water there are only a dozen or so onlookers.

The water has the exact effect you were hoping for, calming you down so you can think straight and even shrinking your member back to a reasonable state. You swim leisurely back to the bank and grab your clothing, dressing quickly while trying to ignore the wolf whistles of your female admirers who have followed you to the river. The commotion attracts Galeon's attention, and he changes direction straight towards where you are dressing.

"All right soldiers." He growls, scattering your admirers like a dog in a flock of pigeons. "Get back to work. We're hosting a large number of people today." His orders earn him a round of boos, but the group disperses and go back to their duties. Then the great bear of a man turns his ire to you.

"My Sire, are you drunk that you decide to go skinny-dipping in front of the whole camp? What where you thinking?"

"No my friend I decided a cool dip would calm me down. Let's just say I woke up in an awkward state and rather not talk about it right now." He gives you a glance but decides not to ask questions. "OK, Sir, the United Armies have set up three large tents representing Polares, Apollopol, and Heliopolis with the smaller city-states appear to be hanging around the three main powers likely sticking to their own allies." You were right they are not as united as they try to appear to be.

"The champions and envoys from Athenapolis have set up tents as well," he hesitates and scowls before adding a detail you had not thought about. "A good number of them have slavegirls with them, Sire, as you can imagine, this has some of our people pretty upset."

"Has there been any problems?"

"No, not anything serious just bragging about who's athletes are going to win, but the envoys from Athenapolis have been meeting with all three factions of the Alliance offering gifts, to try and sway key opinions." He points to a group of elder statesmen standing around two or three much younger women standing outside your camp. "As a matter of fact, there is a group of representatives waiting to see you as well, your Majesty."

"Thanks for the update," you sigh, wondering if you have the strength to deal with the envoys from the besieged city, another thought occurs to you. "Also, have you seen Barticus around, I need to talk to him?"

"He's probably at the stables, Sire." Galeon seems almost relieved that you do not want to meet with the representatives of Athenapolis. "He should be there for the next hour before he prepares the for the horse race." You leave Galeon and go see if Barticus told anyone about what he seen.

You find Barticus currying the smooth coat of Bolt, his favorite mount. "Good morning Brother, I need to talk to you about what you saw earlier, do you have a moment?"

"Sure, Bruce. Hey, I didn't realize you and Alexia had taken your relationship to the next level. You lucky dog - she is one fine looking woman!"

"Its complicated, Bart," you tell him and his grin fades. "I'm not sure exactly what we are doing but nothing happened. I was too tired to get up last night I fell asleep in her tent and that's how we woke up. I'd appreciate it if you don't tell anyone about it."

"No problem, Bruce." He slaps you on your shoulder, "Personally, I think you should be developing this relationship. Can we talk later, I've got to get Bolt prepped for the races later today." It figures that Barticus is more concerned about the upcoming races than he is about you and your personal relations.