In the westernmost part of the Grand Palace, within Dafna Palace, the candle flames leaped like beans, casting their light on the woman immersed in reading scrolls, as the courtyard's fountains gurgled, filling the air with intoxicating incense.
"I'm back."
The lady, with a cold expression, silently stared at the newcomer, causing the great His Majesty Basileus to feel a pang of unease.
For a long while.
Only then did she shift her gaze back, her tone indifferent: "Don't get in bed if you're not clean."
Losa chuckled awkwardly: "I've already been washing for a long time."
After a while of silence, he stealthily climbed into bed.
Out of the blue, he heard Prajna say in a calm voice: "If you like the wilderness, we can try it next time."
"Ah, actually, not really..."
"Forget it, I'm still not as shameless as that woman Jeanne."
Prajna pondered for a moment, gently pushed Losa, and suddenly the two of them tumbled into another world.
