Perry's POV
Today marked the day I would head south with thousands of my warriors, Timothy at my side.
I'd given Timothy a proper beating for handing those sex videos to Phoebe, though I still needed the bastard breathing.
A few solid kicks to his ass had been enough to work off my irritation with my royal gamma.
"Pull that shit again and I'll aim for your balls next time," I'd warned him after the beating, but Timothy just smirked.
"If I can drag myself out of bed, you'll have to leave me behind for this fight."
Sometimes I couldn't stand his smart mouth, but afterward, Timothy swore off giving her any more sex videos. Of course, he was already scheming about some book instead.
"I'll be careful," I told Phoebe for what felt like the hundredth time. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, savoring her taste on my tongue. "Don't worry about me. Focus on your studies."
