Leela
Eli walked into our chambers carrying both Arkom and Elmina. They grew bigger every day. I couldn’t believe they were already nine months old.
“Did you change their dirty clouts?” I asked.
“My jün, I am a king. I do not change dirty clouts. I change clouts filled with the glorious royal s**t of my heirs,” he declared, holding them both high up in the palms of his hands.
I laughed, shaking my head as he handed Arkom to me and kissed me.
Over a year of marriage and still he made my knees weak. I let out a pleased hum and his eyes darkened as he pulled away.
“When do your brothers and my sisters arrive?” I asked.
“They reached the shore earlier this morning, so just a few hours I’d say,” he replied, taking Elmina’s hand in his mouth and pretending to eat it as she shoved it i
