The esteemed Archbishop of the Sharqi Kingdom sat on the edge of his bed, a familiar figure lying beneath the delicate silk sheets. It was none other than the queen of the Sharqi Kingdom herself, her naked form concealed by the luxurious bedding. As he glanced at the figure kneeling before him, the Archbishop's lips curled into a sly smile.
"So, do you believe she will be receptive?" the Archbishop inquired, his gaze fixated on the figure who knelt obediently before him. With a deliberate motion, he lifted his head, revealing himself to be "The Collector," the enigmatic and elusive servant of the Archbishop. Only a select few were privy to his existence, their lips sealed by the threat of death should they dare utter his name.
