Nikolai's POV
"The king of Trye is on his way here. It seems that the previous incident regarding the young heir of Warne..."
Commander Garin's voice kept fading in and out of his ears as his mind started replaying a certain scene repeatedly. He could barely concentrate on the written report before him. His eyes were fixed on the royal insignia of the house of De la Lune- a lone black rose against a bright blue shade.
It was not the rose itself that kept his mind busy, but what it reminded him of. Eve. He couldn't take his mind off of her. If he were to close his eyes, he could still see her- the back of her long pale neck exposed as she pushed her face into the green of his diwan and her plain white clothes riding up her legs as she spread them wide, exposing her long lithe limbs.
