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It was weird. This strange feeling in his chest. The way he could feel his face heat up every time he…no, better not think about it at all… Still weird. So strange.
He was a necromonger; he's not supposed to feel anything. But he did. And he couldn't bring himself to care. Dame Vaako didn't understand. She never did understand him after all when he thought about it.
Except power. She understood that. Almost too well. Plotting bitch. He was glad he divorced her. She was too; if you didn't count the fact that HE dumped her.
She had been the laughing stock among all the nobles for being the one left behind. That didn't last long. Now she was free to pursue the Lord Marshal. Too bad he's never shown any interest in her. And he never would.
But Dame Vaako…no, she had no right to use his name anymore; Lady Talia had never been one to give up easily. She would do anything to become the queen of the necromongers.
Vaako was surprised that she hadn't tried to kill him yet. He was after all a threat to her plans. He would need to make precautions to make sure there would be no attempts on the Lord Marshals life. But that could wait until morning.
A sound behind him and that strange feeling appeared once again and he leaned into the strong chest as muscular arms wrapped around him and he shivered as lips touched his neck. Maybe not so weird after all he decided when the arms picked him up and carried him towards the bed.