You chose the three.

You turn back to the three handsome men and bite your lower lip as the thought of spending time with them or even being under one of their muscular bodies as they pump away crosses your mind. “Well, our rules don’t say anything against enjoying the company of potential suitors,” you say with a soft smile on your lips and a timid blush on your cheeks.

With those words, the men smile and approach eagerly. Ceno and Alex are quick to take your arms in theirs. Ceno’s gentle grasp claiming the right while Alex’s firm grasp on your shield arm reminds you once again that this is a true warrior. Once again, your young age betrays you as you find yourself giggling and squirming between the two handsome men.

Laoda smiles knowingly and lets out a sigh of relief when she sees you are enjoying yourself, and turns to your honor guards, “Make sure these men don’t do anything inappropriate to our queen, would you.”

The guards gave her a slight nod before scowling at the three men almost daring them to try anything like that. Alex doesn’t seem all that intimidated by them but Ceno unconsciously tucks his slender frame a little closer to yours. Part of you enjoys the added warmth of his body against your arm, but at the same time, you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. Surely he understands that if he wants to father your heir, he has to fight you first to prove his worth. True, your mother beat your father but from what your grandfather told you he fought with the fury of Aries, and withstood the hail of blows with stoic resilience. Ceno has the shyness and build of a fawn, it is hard for you to imagine him getting up off the ground after being knocked down even the first time.

Ceno’s brief show of his timid nature seems to embolden the other two men. At first, they might have been concerned when they found out that you and Ceno knew each other, which gave him a slight advantage over the other two, but now that they saw that his familiarity with you is his only advantage, they became a little bolder with their advances.

It started with Alex running his strong hand over your bicep, sending shivers down your spine. “You are as strong as you are beautiful my queen,” he said whispers boldly into your ear making you swoon, none of the gossip you shared with the older Sisters returning to Accor with swelling bellies prepared you for just how much you would crave the attention of men like these.

Next, you feel Rafail's hands slowly running over your strong shoulder and the sides of your neck, earning him a gentle moan from your lips. “If I might make a suggestion my lady,” he sides softly into your other ear with his charming and soothing voice, “You aren’t fighting a battle right now so there is little need for this.” His dexterous hands easily find the hairpins holding your hair in its tight bun, skillfully loosening the knot keeping your hair tucked above your neck then let your black locks tumble down your back and ending almost at your hips.

Rafail leans into you from behind, clearly impressed with your raven locks and you feel his cheek against yours. “You truly are an exotic beauty, my queen,” he murmurs softly into your other ear. For a heartbeat, you thought he might even kiss your neck when he is stopped by one of your guards clearing her throat.

You chuckle as he backs away with a hint of a shrug and you decide to make sure he understands that you are not irritated by his boldness. “My sister has a point boys, it’s too open here. Why don’t we retire to the adjoining tent that my lovely representative pointed out?” You pull Ceno and Alex towards the designated area confident that Rafail would be following close behind, perhaps even admiring the backs of your shapely thighs as you move. “You can continue to charm me where it is a little more private.”

As you make your way through the silk curtains you are being to realize just why your sisters were so eager to flirt with the men in the camp. These three men, for that matter at least according to Resia, possibly most of the men in the command tent, were enchanted by your exotic beauty. They were butter in your hands and were willing to do anything to prove that they were worthy of mating with you; it is a heady feeling of power, quite different from what you are familiar with on the field of battle but intoxicating all the same.