From the corner of her eyes, Sirrah saw Eltanin entering the main hall. He looked… happy and ethereal. Blue eather spilled out of the edges of his eyes like it was meant to be. There was a glow around his body. It was as if a God was walking amongst them. She had never seen him like this, and she was mesmerized. He was wearing black trousers, a black tunic and vambraces. He walked with confidence, but a silly smile played on his lips.
As soon as Alrakis saw him, a smile came across his lips too. The father and son embraced each other. Alrakis clapped his son's back and asked, "How was your night in the cave?"
"Fruitful," Eltanin replied as his smile turned into a grin. He didn't acknowledge Sirrah's presence.
Sirrah didn't understand. What did he mean by fruitful? Did he mate with someone? She shook her head. It couldn't be. After all, the king was a libertine. He must have been enjoying sex with a number of women out there.
