King Deema was having the best night, like he had been having all these quiet days.
Music echoed through the grand chamber, low and sensual, blending with the smell of expensive wine and perfume. Several beautiful women lounged around him in silk robes and revealing dresses, some feeding him grapes while others poured wine into his glass before it could empty.
His cheeks were slightly flushed from alcohol, and one of the women had just climbed onto his lap when the doors suddenly burst open without warning.
Nia hurried inside.
The sudden interruption instantly soured the atmosphere; the musicians stopped playing, and the women froze.
King Deema frowned deeply, irritation flashing across his face.
Nia, however, seemed too excited to care about protocol.
"Your Highness," she said, breathless, "I found something."
