Nazneen was impatiently waiting for Ares, hearing from a distance that the men were still awake. It would take a while, she thought, frustrated.
She wandered around the royal house, making her way to the other side, where Sylas had promised to fix it. As she neared the now rebuilt section, she heard different kinds of noises in the distance.
Following the sounds, she soon realized what it was. A mix of heavy breathing, rhythmic creaking, and the occasional low moan and deep grunt. The maid Anora was quick, but it was not Saul that was pinned between her legs. It was Jonathan.
Sudden footsteps made Nazneen strain her ears. When the footsteps stopped, so did the moans and the creaking sound.
Did someone interrupt them?
Nazneen heard another woman's voice. "Am I late?"
"No," she heard Anora respond. "Jonathan? Do you mind?"
"I do not," she heard him say, out of breath.
