<span style="color: #ffff00">"i could say the same... i am used to being tortured and physically abused, not emotionally hurt."</span>she returned the kiss and then closed her eyes to cuddle all three women.<span style="color: #ffff00">"you haven't seen anything yet."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"oh really? so you would neglect your duties as king to do your own cooking, laundry, heat your own water to bathe, do your own shopping and a dozen other things? servants are paid to do all of those things and changing the name doesn't change the job."</span>she smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"if you could keep up with me on the battlefield you would have seen otherwise... i open up with my gadgets to throw the enemy off balance but then i rely on my axes and use my gadgets sparingly, grenades aren't reusable."</span>she kissed his cheek and then released his hand to circle the tree, looking at it and the way it leaned before she pulled her axes and set to work chopping at both sides in a well practiced rhythm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>