"That's unfair! You cheated somehow!" Taula yelled out, her voice echoing violently off the narrow walls of the inn's living room.
She slammed her hands flat against the wooden wall.
Directly across from her, Zephyra also joined in the yelling. The silver-haired royal pointed an accusing, trembling finger at the hot-headed warrior, declaring with absolute certainty that the entire game had been completely rigged.
Klaus just stood there, leaning heavily against the wooden doorframe. The door to his room… which happened to be the absolute only private bedroom in the entire modest inn was wide open.
Standing directly next to him was Mirela. The usually shy maid ran a delicate hand through her silver goat horns with a highly visible incredibly deep blush spreading completely across her pale cheeks as she watched the chaos unfold.
Against all statistical odds and physical logic... Mirela had won the final round.
