"Paige!"
"Get some sleep, it's late." Paige Desmond was exhausted, her body aching terribly, her waist feeling on the verge of breaking, and in her mind, she swore at Kiya.
"Mm."
Kiya showed no sign of sleepiness. He held Paige Desmond, his eyes wide open, looking at her pre-marriage boudoir, imagining the life Paige Desmond once had here as a young girl.
Thump thump... The door was knocked.
Kiya frowned, displeased, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Sultan, there's news from the Imperial Palace."
The news from the palace naturally pertained to Night Owl. Kiya still needed Night Owl to win the beauty's favor; he couldn't let him escape.
Kiya quickly dressed, but his movements were light, afraid of waking the sleeping woman.
Before leaving, Kiya kissed Paige Desmond's forehead and strode out.
…
Three o'clock in the morning,
