The scent of sex still hung faintly in the domed chamber when Allen stepped out into the corridor, buttoning the last clasp on his coat. Fina and Rinni followed behind him, Velka left slumped against the marble wall inside, her dress pooled around her hips, glassy-eyed and trembling, whispering filthy words to no one.
But Allen didn't look back.
The corridors of the palace were quieter now—too quiet. Word was spreading. It wasn't just rumors anymore. What he did in the council hall was spectacle. What he did to the temple priestesses was heresy. But Velka? That was the crack in the dam. She had been untouchable. And now her lipstick was smudged with cum and shame.
Whispers danced along every hallway Allen passed through. Maids peeking out from behind curtains, guards gripping their weapons tighter—not to fight, but to resist. He could see it in their eyes. Curiosity fighting discipline. Their hearts pounding louder than their boots.
