Chapter 3: Daemon Leen Indivar
"Young Master Indivar!? "
"Young Master Indivar!"
"Ahhh... My damn head, it’s killing me." Ben groaned, his temples throbbing as if a blacksmith were hammering away at an anvil inside his skull. His vision was blurry, his body heavy. He fumbled around, searching for support, and finally gripped a wooden piece of furniture to pull himself up.
Daylight filtered through the heavy silk curtains, casting golden patterns on the black marble floor. The girls who had accompanied him that night stood at a distance, their wide eyes filled with palpable worry. Their light dresses fluttered with their rapid breathing.
"Don’t worry, I’m fine." He waved a weary hand before collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
A collective sigh of relief escaped their lips. If the young master had died after a night with them, their heads wouldn’t be the only ones rolling. Their entire families would end up slaughtered.
Then, their faces relaxed, replaced by sugary smiles.
"We’ll prepare your bath, young master."
"Wait!"
"Hm?"
"What year is it? And where are we?"