Chapter 106: Laughter
I’m lying in bed, groggy and feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. Noelle is at my side, massaging my left leg with some kind of herbal concoction that burns like hellfire but oddly soothes the pain. His hands work expertly, as always, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance down at the newspaper and blink at the date. Apparently, I’ve been out cold for more than a day.
The headline is some nonsense about a terrorist attack at the royal palace. I groan and push it aside, uninterested. Leona had left a more... revealing stack of papers next to me. I unfold them and start to read. By the third line, my eyes are practically bulging out of my skull.
Apparently, while I was blissfully unconscious, the royal family was having a bit of a... scandalous night.
The Crown Prince bedded his father’s favorite concubine. Okay, that’s already bad. Then, the Queen—bless her heart—decided she wanted in on the action and took to bed a couple of the palace guards. Not to be outdone, some of the other concubines swapped the Crown Prince for the guards too. And just when I think it couldn’t get any more absurd, there it is, in black and white: apparently, one of the guards—a man I hear is quite a bit larger than the Crown Prince—pinned him down, mid-orgy, and took the reins himself.
I choke on air and nearly drop the papers. But oh, it gets worse.
Count Raymond—oh, the devious bastard—decided it was his moment to shine. So what does he do? He mounts the king. Yes, you read that right. And then... oh god... then he knotted him. Knot. The. King.
By this point, I’m biting my lip so hard, trying not to lose it. But when I get to the part where they were found the next morning, stuck together, unable to separate, I completely lose it.
"Pffft—HA HA HA!" I burst out, the laughter shaking my entire body. My ribs ache, and I can barely catch my breath.
One room.