"Ah... there's so much to be done." Ethan shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
There were nearly five hundred people, but they had only a hundred houses.
In total, for all the families still homeless, they would need at least another hundred and twenty.
More houses than the walls of Goldenveil could currently accommodate.
Ethan turned his face toward the opposite end of the hallway, where a door swung open, revealing a stunning, voluptuous black beauty.
She was, as always, dressed in an elegant black gown, her hair carefully styled.
Her full, firm breasts strained against a tight neckline that seemed one deep breath away from losing the battle, the dark fabric creasing where the heavy swells of flesh pushed outward.
She paused as soon as she stepped out of the room, her eyes falling on Ethan.
A smile curved her lips.
"My lord... did you sleep well?" Elena approached, maintaining a certain distance, a subtle unease glinting in her beautiful brown eyes.
