Danthano was standing in the middle of his tent quietly studying the map before him when he heard the fabric’s ruffling sound as the Queen entered the place, stomping her boots on the ground.
-Sit! – She wryly ordered him, nodding at a wooden stool nearby and pushing him towards it.
Clearly taken by surprise, the warrior managed to stumble back and sheepishly follow her instructions, leaning on the bench just before she jumped all over him and began tugging at his garments. Her hands violently yanking the cloth and uselessly trying to strip his toned body from it.
-Take it off – She commanded with obvious annoyance in her tone after a few struggling moments, urging him to get undressed while she began to undo the laces of her own gown.
He hadn’t even fully finished sliding his underpa
