Page 154 of The Protective Gryphen

They both laughed.

Ironically, it was right before the time of Duncan Granndach.

“Henry wasn’t a nice dude,” Ian said.

For the first time, Gryphen was interested.

“Tell me more. I think I want to start gossiping about the man. I didn’t know any of this.”

Ian took the time to tell him all about it. One of the things he knew about Gryphen was that he felt less than other people because of his lack of education. So, Ian liked to feed him knowledge and share with him.

They talked about history, and wars all of the time. They would have dinner and pick a topic.

If he wanted knowledge, Ian would share it with him.

“He didn’t kill the first one. She couldn’t have kids, so he just dumped her and moved on. She got lucky. His second wife got the chop.”

“Literally,” Alfie said.

Gryphen couldn’t imagine.

“That’s horrible.”

Ian continued, enjoying sharing it with Gryphen. They liked watching documentaries together, and when they got back, he was going to find one so they could learn.

Together.

“The third one died during childbirth. The baby was probably big,” Ian said, knowing the man would understand what he was talking about.

Gryphen pointed at him.

“Don’t.”

He laughed but continued.

“The fourth one he divorced when he saw her painting and thought she was hot, and then in real life, not so much. She also got away lucky.”

This was interesting.

“She catfished the king?” he asked. “That might be worthy of the chop. She did get lucky.”

He snorted.

“In a way. Then, he moved on to the fifth one, and she was young. Like under eighteen young. We’re talking definitely not legal.”

“Eww.”

Ian continued.

“Oh, it gets worse. Let’s just say that Henry liked food, and he got so big he couldn’t move. So she’d have to service him in bed. He heard she was cheating and…”

“Off with her head,” Alfie said.

“Jesus. Oh, sorry, Sir,” he said, forgetting they were in a church for a brief second.

The man didn’t get insulted.

Alfie laughed.

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