The late-night meeting had ended on a good note. Queen Melissa and her minions had drawn a satisfying conclusion, and all that was left was executing the plan.
Queen Elena snuggled her way back into the castle, Minister Rebecca went home to the den of her husband—the home she had abandoned when all the wealth came, and now it was falling apart—while Minister Fineland stood before the duke's mansion, pounding and begging his daughter to open up for him.
Eva had not slept—no one could, not when their father pounded so hard, making it impossible.
"Just let him in; it's not like he has anywhere else to go," Nancy hissed, walking down the stairs in short silk night pants and a silk top, which left most of her tits to the eyes of everyone.
Eva turned, and her sight settled on her sister's choice of attire.
"And your closet has no cloak?" Eva snapped.
"Oh, come off it. We both know it's hot, and unlike you, I am yet to be married, so why cover up?"
