Garreth said when he and Dethan found themselves eating without their brother for the second meal of the day. Neither had to wonder where Jaykun was or what he was doing. Although the castle was made of stone, the doors were not and sound traveled far too well along the corridors of the living quarters. Their brother’s marathon sexual escapade was being announced far and wide. Not that they really begrudged him his slice of happiness. The gods knew Jaykun saw so little of it. But there were things to be done, and on a more selfish bent, it made the brothers miss their wives even more than usual. “This has been a hard campaign,” Dethan said with a sigh. “I long to see my newest child.” “Children are well and good, but I miss the comfort of Sarielle’s embrace. And every day he wastes in other pursuits is a day longer I am away from her,” Garreth grumbled. “Hush, now. This is our lot. We spend the summers on the campaign trail, as we agreed with Weysa and Mordu, helping our brother, and in exchange we get to have our loves and our children all the rest of the year.
