After the talk with the pride queen, Atticus made his way back to his chambers, fully intending on getting some alone time.
After everything that had happened, everything he had found out, he felt it was important to clear his head. But that was merely a fool's dream. The moment he entered his chamber, his eyes landed on the barely clothed Anorah laying seductively on the bed.
Atticus felt his pulse spike. A rush of heat surged through him, sending intense jolts across his body. Suddenly, every trace of lust he'd been holding at bay came surging out.
Anorah gave a slow, seductive smile and said;
"Hey Atticus."
Atticus was upon her the next moment.
Some time later, Atticus lay bare chested on the broken bed, Anorah curled against his chest. The room was an utter mess. Broken furniture scattered wildly about. Cracks stretched across the ground and walls.
It was unknown what the people of the castle had felt, but somehow, Atticus didn't seem to care.
