The night in the prince's suite was heavy...
The candlelight flickered on the ornate stone walls, casting distorted shadows that moved like ghosts in an endless dance.
The scent of wine mixed with the smell of sweat and dust accumulated on the old palace furniture still permeated the air, as if bearing witness to nights of chaos and unfinished secrets.
Eldran was lying on his wide bed, half his body covered with dark silk fabrics, his eyes half-closed from the effect of intoxication and the heaviness weighing on his soul, yet within those eyes still lay a buried flame of anger.
At the edge of the room, in a corner where darkness embraced everything, a shadow began to slowly take shape, condensing and swaying as if melting into a black mist...
Until it took the form of a tall man, clad in a pitch-black cloak that swallowed the light, his eyes flashing with the coldness of death and undisclosed secrets.
The prince said in a hoarse voice, the words faltering on his lips but carrying an inevitable harshness in his tone:
"Didn't you say... you would catch Zaza?"
The sorcerer approached with quiet steps, his voice low but echoing like a whisper in an abandoned tomb:
"I don't know how... I escaped the spinal wolf I sent after her days ago."
Then he bowed slightly, as if humiliating himself before an invincible fate:
"My lord, don't worry... I will take care of her. You just focus on your coronation ceremony."
The prince sat half-upright, the veins in his neck bulging violently, swaying from the effect of the wine, but his eyes never left the sorcerer, filled with anger and suspicion:
"I don't care about titles... I want actions. That royal ghoul... will be my gateway to become king of the continent, not just king of this whore kingdom."
He threw a glass cup to the ground, the glass shattering on the tiles and the red wine scattering like spilled blood, the echo ringing throughout the suite like a declaration of war:
"I don't know what happened from the start... how she escaped our grip... but bring her back to me, or your reckoning will be harsh."
The sorcerer stood still without movement, his face revealing nothing, then spoke slowly with an ominous silence:
"Don't worry... I will send another wolf this time."
The prince laughed bitterly with sarcasm, as if mocking fate itself:
"If I asked you to massage my back... would you bring a wolf too?"
The corner of the sorcerer's mouth rose in a faint, suspicious smile, as if he held a deadly secret:
"Don't worry, this wolf... is different."
And as the shadow melted back into the corners of the room, the prince remained drowning in his tangled thoughts, imagining the ghoul in the village of Aldrin, far from his luxurious palace, where many possible endings lay hidden...
....
Their steps were slow as they left the medical tent.
The air outside was saturated with the smell of wet earth, and the sound of the night seeped between the wooden house walls.
The old doctor stayed behind them, having confirmed that Garon would remain here, and that she would give him temporary medicines so his condition wouldn't worsen... but she did not promise a quick recovery.
They arrived at the house.
The door gave a heavy creak as Selena pushed it open and entered.
Her eyes were darting with worry, her face pale from crying.
She closed the door behind her, and without a word headed to her room.
But...
Before reaching the bed, she felt a shadow moving behind her.
She turned.
Eron.
His face showed no clear features... a mixture of seriousness and exaggerated acting, until his expression looked as if he was about to give a heroic speech... or commit a great foolishness.
She said cautiously:
"...What's wrong with you?"
He did not reply.
Instead, he took two steps forward, then suddenly... as if he had lost all reason, reached down to his trousers and pulled them down in one swift motion.
Before her mind could catch up, he pointed to what dangled between his thighs—a large penis hanging in a completely ridiculous way—and said in a desperate commanding tone:
"Suck my dick quickly... you idiot!"
She stared at him for two full seconds, her mouth half-open, her eyes slowly widening.
As if her mind was trying to comprehend the situation before it exploded.
Then suddenly, she snapped back to awareness and shouted sharply:
"Eroooon!!! Are you seriously mentally retarded, for God's sake?!!"
She stepped forward angrily, her hand pointing at the swinging, humiliating member:
"Do you think you're funny like this sicko?! Get out of my room before I cut off your dick and feed it to the dogs!"
He stared at her with a comical coldness, as if this entire outburst was just a natural reaction to his "very logical" request from his point of view.
He raised an eyebrow and said with exaggerated calm:
"I was just... testing your reaction."
Selena stood in the middle of the room, breathing fast, her face glowing with anger.
She said while raising her hand nervously:
"Damn... what we did yesterday must be the reason! Trying to betray Garon... led him to this!"
She took a step toward him, her fingers trembling as she pointed at him like he was a plague:
"Don't you understand?! Since you came here... you've been ruining our lives! You're a walking curse!"
Her words began to flow nonstop, each sentence a small knife digging into his chest:
"You're nothing... just a stranger who came to scatter everything we built. Even my dignity... you messed that up."
Eron remained silent for a moment, then breathed slowly... and sat on the wooden chair by the wall.
He quietly reached out, grabbed his testicles with a weak grip as if checking for their presence, his eyes watching her with a steady gaze.
His voice came out low, in a serious half-sad tone:
"Did I... ruin your lives?"
He leaned forward slightly, looking directly into her eyes:
"Didn't I save Garon in the first place? Didn't I only want... your happiness afterward?"
He gestured with his hand toward the door, as if the world lay behind it:
"It seems you don't know anything, Selena... you're trapped here, only in this house. The world... is vast."
He tightened his grip more, and his voice became quieter... and more venomous:
"Garon reached his state after our talk this morning... didn't you understand even after he said what he said while half dead? You heard him, right? He suspected me... even though I wanted you to be happy."
He smiled faintly:
"Simply... your imprisoned happiness, and your misunderstanding... brought him to this."
He paused for a second... then added completely dryly:
"There's no cure... except for you to suck the dick, girl."
Selena's eyes widened, staring at him in shock, her mouth half-open as if her mind tried to reject the meaning but failed.
Her breathing grew heavier, her hands tensed at her sides.
Eron slowly rose from the chair.
Step... then another step.
Until he stood right in front of her.
And as if his member began to absurdly rise, he grabbed it with his hand until it was nearly at her face level.
His eyes strangely serious... and his mouth smiled slowly:
"Come on... do your job."
He stood over her, watching her eyes shift from his face to the erect member like a starting flag, then back to him.
She hesitated a moment, her body tense, her breaths faster than they should be, but she did not retreat.
He bent slowly until his shadow covered her face, and his hand reached out to touch her cheek... [The touch of seduction – Level 1]
The warmth of his fingers transferred to her skin, along with a small shiver she couldn't prevent.
At the same moment, the air between them changed, [Scent of temptation – Level 1], an instinctive, warm, and heavy perfume that slipped into her nose with every breath, confusing her mind for a moment, and causing the heat in her body to rise.
He leaned close until his lips brushed her ear, his voice a slippery whisper, heavy with words he knew would stick in her mind:
[Whisper of seduction – Level 1]
"If... you cum... it will all be over."
She kept staring at him, silent, as if the ending hung in the air.
He smiled to himself lightly, and thought inside:
I hope I don't lose my points again.