Erik’s POV

“Can you believe it? Erik getting married?” Ulf asked, pouring glasses of aged mead around the table. It was just a small get-together with my brothers in the safety of the palace. A bachelor’s party, if you would, but without the scantily clad women.

Thank the Gods.

The only woman I was interested in seeing scantily clad was Poppy. I’d gotten a taste of her, seen how soft and supple her body was and I could confidently say that I ...