Dorian sat on the throne, by his sides were six beautiful women. Three were lined by the right and another three by the left as they caressed his body, sense, and soul.
He held a cup of wine in his hand. Drinking as if he had accomplished everything in life.
He was already married because it was a tradition for every king of Ardenia to have at least one partner before climbing the throne. And on top of that, the king had to be in support and the citizens as well. Rituals had to be made before he was officially crowned king.
But in Dorian's place, he had only rushed his marriage with six women. He wasn't in love with them, just for the sake of the throne, he had to do it.
He hadn't gotten the support of the king as the man was bedridden. With every single day that passed, it was as if his health was only deteriorating and was better yet discarded.
