A conversation with Prince Otto by the fire made Arold look a little absent-minded when he sat down again, he was thinking about how to form a cavalry unit after returning to Mecklenburg, Prince Otto smiled and poured his wine again, he knew that these things could not be done overnight, but he looked at Arold with some expectation, the young Earl of Mecklenburg always brought miracles.

"Okay, my friend, I'll keep these troubles for later, I have one more thing I want to ask you about." Prince Otto handed the glass to Arrod and said to him with a slightly embarrassed look.

"It's my honor to be able to serve you, Your Highness, please say it." Arold took a sip of the wine in his glass, and could see that the honorable Prince Otto seemed to have something difficult to do, and taking on a personal matter for Prince Otto seemed to be the beginning of a deepening friendship.

"A good friend of mine, this is something he entrusted me." Prince Otto swallowed the wine in his mouth hard, and then said to Arrod, as if it were someone else's business, but the discerning man knew very well who this good friend was.

"Yes." Arold smashed his mouth, nodded his head and listened carefully to the story of this good friend, Prince Otto coughed lightly a few times, and then continued to speak to Arold.

"By great chance he met a Slavic noblewoman, a very graceful and effeminate woman, beautiful and cultured, and they soon fell in love, and a year later had a sturdy child." Prince Otto said in a soft voice.

"Bastard?" Arrod's brow furrowed, he knew very well who Prince Otto's friend was. A royal illegitimate child, the joints of which can be big enough.

"That's right, an unblessed illegitimate child, my friend asks you to shelter this orphaned and widowed couple, and you will reap honor and friendship." Prince Otto bowed his head and humbly said to Arrod.

"Well, they will find a new life in Mecklenburg, have their place in my court, and be protected by me, I swear in the name of God." Arold raised his hand and swore.

"As the guardian of that child, I beg you, Lord Count of Mecklenburg, to bring him up as if he were your own son." Prince Otto's vocal cords trembled slightly. Eyes become hazy. The fingers holding the glass shook slightly, and Arold could observe the struggle and pain in the young prince's heart.

"Please rest assured, my Highness." Arold sighed softly and reassured Prince Otto once again that he would be the future king of the East Frankish kingdom. It was impossible for Prince Otto to marry a Slavic woman as his queen. In order to consolidate royal power and even expand territory. The object of the marriage will also be the daughter of the duke of the Duchy of the East Frankish Kingdom, and it is a tragedy of the times that a king who may have a qiē cannot even marry the woman he loves.

When Arold walked out of Prince Otto's longhouse. The faithful Ron Knight and his personal attendant Harroun were already waiting outside, and Harlan stepped forward to hug Arrod, who was a little staggering, and he didn't feel anything by the fire while drinking Prince Otto's wine, but after walking out of the longhouse, the wind outside blew Arod felt a little dizzy, and in the crash and stumble, Arold returned to his room, and his personal attendant Harun put Arold on the wooden bed and covered it with a woolen blanket.

"Woo water~~." The alcohol seemed to burn the blood in Arrod's veins, he kicked off the blanket on his body, and Arrod, who was in a drowsy, only felt that his mouth was dry, and when he tossed and turned, the door creaked open, and it seemed that someone walked in with light steps, walked to the wooden table and picked up the clay pot, which contained the water poured by the servant, and the strange thing was that the man did not pour the water from the crockpot into the cup, but took a sip of cool water in his mouth.

"Hmm." Arold felt a soft touch against his body, two soft masses with a scorching temperature, which only woke Arold from the anesthesia of alcohol, and he sat up reflexively, wondering why Harlan and Sir Ron had casually let strangers into his bedroom.

"Shh~~~." A slender finger reached to Arrod's lips, it was a woman's finger, and it was then that Arold remembered that there seemed to be a maid who would accompany him at night, but he had Prince Otto's plan in his head, and Arrod, who was dizzy from the stimulation of alcohol, was not interested at all.

"You are, you are ~~~~ Grace, how could it be you?" When Arold saw through the moonlight shining through the window, it was the Norse girl Grace who was lying on top of her, but as the Danish king Banuk, shouldn't she be in the king's bedroom at this time?

"Whew, forget those names, tonight you are not the Earl of Mecklenburg, and I am not the Queen Grace of the King of Denmark, please treat me as the most ordinary maid." Grace leaned on Arrod's shoulder, blowing softly into Arrod's ear, and said softly.

"But will King Banuk of Denmark agree?" Arold did not believe that the Danish king Banuk, who even did not hesitate to kill his own wife for the sake of Grace, would let his new wife Grace accompany him in bed, even the open Vikings would doubt this.

"Don't worry, Banuk was drunk by me, and now he is sleeping in the bedroom, I came here pretending to be a maid, and no one knows." Grace took off the coat she was wrapping on, and inside was a smooth and delicate graceful ketone body, her skin was fair and tight and full of girlish elasticity, and her golden hair was scattered on her chest, which just covered the cherries on the two peaks, but it was more sweet and attractive in the faint appearance.

"We can't do that, it's a sin for me." Arold pushed Grace away and said that it was not easy to refuse such a beautiful girl's request, but Arold still tried his best to restrain his desire like a flood, and now it was only a thin sense of morality that stopped this desire like a riverbank.

"Lord Arrod, I have been a virgin until tonight, but then I will marry the man who killed my father, I do not want Banuk to be my first man, and now you are the only one who can help me, and if I don't even agree to this, I will hate and curse myself." Grace saw Arrod push herself away, reached out and put her clothes back on her body, and said to Arryd.

"Grace, me." Arold frowned, if the Danish king Banuk knew that he had his new wife, would he kill him directly, this scruple stopped his desire in time.

"Well, if you're not willing to do that, I'll go to the lord's hall, where there are many men who are willing to hug me, as long as it's not Banuk." Seeing Arrod's hesitant look, Grace angrily stood up and draped her clothes over her body, preparing to leave Arold's bedroom.

"Wait, Grace." Arold hurriedly grabbed Grace's arm, how could he watch Grace give up on herself, feeling that her trick had succeeded, Grace threw herself into Arold's arms, and took advantage of the moment of Arold's heart to fall the wooden bed.

The wet tongue was entangled, smooth as if it were two loaches, the five fingers rubbed against each other's skin, reason gradually disappeared in the spark of desire, the weak moral embankment was swallowed up by the flood, this came from the instinctive reaction of human beings made the heat of the two bodies continue to increase, the hot skin was close together, Grace closed her eyes tightly, her skin turned crimson, Arold kissed Grace's slender neck, her lips rubbed against the sensitive parts, making Grace feel her lower body itch incomparably, forcing her to rub her fair and slender legs.

"Oh, well, Grace." Arold was hit by lust, there was no reason and no thinking at this time, he acted completely according to his instincts, his rough palm went all the way down Grace's lower abdomen, plucked the golden grass, his fingers reached the narrow gorge, in the gentle touch, the gurgling stream flowed out, Arold knew that the time had come, but was Grace ready?

"What are you going to do, Arold? Is that fiery thing a man's secret weapon? Grace stretched out her palm and grabbed Arrod's vital point, and in the caress it became even tougher, almost bursting Arrod.

"Yes, it may hurt a little now that we are going to be one like your ancestors, but just hold on." Arold stroked Grace's smooth shoulders and buttocks, which were definitely firmer and fuller than Asian women, and whispered softly in Grace's ear.

"Yes." Grace was speechless at this time, her whole body felt soft, her legs couldn't exert any strength, she was completely at the mercy of Arrod, leaning on Arold's strong chest, sniffing the masculine male hormones in her nose, completely intoxicated with this moment, and even Grace wanted to pray to the gods to stop at this moment forever.

"Come, beautiful queen." Arold lay down to help Grace straddle her, pointed her gun at Grace's private garden, and supported Grace's hips with both hands, helping Grace sink slowly.

"Well, woo, woo, ah~~." Grace, who had enjoyed this pleasure for the first time, felt nothing but pain as to how the cramped space could hold a huge wooden stick, but thankfully the sticky and slippery stream helped her get through it.

"Well done, Grace." Arrold patted Grace's smooth back with satisfaction, a trace of pure blood flowed to Arold's abdomen, they were completely combined, under the light of the moon, Grace, who was straddling Arrod's body, began to move her body slowly, gradually she was completely proficient, and made a cheerful sound from her mouth. (To be continued......)