Tabit looked so beautiful and sexy in her oversized clothes that Fafnir wanted to cup her face and kiss her senseless, but the call of the king awaited him. "Come," he murmured.
When he opened his room's door and she followed him, Orin watched the two of them with wide eyes, stunned like he had seen a ghost. And the girl was so beautiful that he couldn't even avert his gaze. Fafnir growled at him ferociously, dangerously, possessively.
Orin was now all the more astonished. Fafnir had never behaved so possessively towards a female. "The— the king awaits you," he stuttered trying to understand what was going on. If the girl was a one night stand, then why was the General behaving like this. And in all his life he had never seen Fafnir so possessive.
Fafnir clenched his jaws. He walked down the corridor with Tabit on his side as Orin followed them. They reached the king's room. While Orin stayed back, Tabit and Fafnir entered in.
