In the depths of Rose Manor, in a secret room.
The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the deep red velvet curtains.
The night was deep outside, and occasionally, the chirping of insects drifted in through the slightly open window.
Lady Rose, in a translucent nightgown, swayed with a wine glass in hand as she gracefully walked into the embrace of the middle-aged man.
"My dearest Marquis, how come you have the time to visit today?"
The man was none other than the ruler of Border City, the powerful Marquis Cold Blade who controlled fifteen towns in the Northern Province.
He leaned back in a dark oak chair, his gaze sharp.
Lady Rose wrapped her arms around the Marquis's neck, her warm breath brushing against his ear: "Aren't you busy with that eagle matter?"
"The eagle's wings are still quite strong, let him struggle for a few more days."
Marquis Cold Blade's fingers wandered on her soft and smooth thighs, speaking calmly, "You are more important than that eagle."
