"I'll wait a short while, but I have tasks to attend this morning as well.  Send the good captain my regards your highness," Tehr told the queen as she prepared to leave.  Then with a nod and a sigh watched as she dressed in a silk robe and left.  Tehr stretched and yawned in the large comfortable bed, then gazed at the one eyed lieutenant.  "So are you my caretaker until the queen returns?"  He chuckled and brushed the tented fabric of the sheets that hid the morning erection that often plagued most men.  "Because presently I only have one need, and while it will likely vanish shortly, I couldn't help but notice the way you gazed at it."  He gripped the edge of the sheet and looked towards the door, "The queen knows that I am not exclusive to her, but it would be bold to tempt fate by entertaining in her own bed."<br/><br/>Tehr threw back the sheet, exposing his nearly eight inch long cock, throbbing and stiff with morning wood.  Then he stood up and smirked, "Maybe for just today, you look only, eh Lieutenant?"  Then he moved to find his clothing that had been shed the previous night, waiting for the queen to return before he headed out.  He really should check in at home, see how things went with his sister.  A brief thought entered his mind, wondering if Rosalyn might have enjoyed her company enough to stay the night at Hewthorne hall.  His erect cock throbbed again, and he looked up and down Whitestone's body, "Though, maybe if we were quick and didn't use the bed..."<br/><br/>He chuckled, half kidding, but willing if the athletic guardswoman was.