Tap…. tap…. Tap...
A tapping sound echoed in the cold hall. The sound was coming from Olcan who was tossing marbles in the mouth of one of the werewolf statues out of boredom as he lay on a chaise.
Meanwhile, Selene was sitting on her husband's lap clad in a bright red low-cut dress with half her thigh exposed. With a haughty attitude, she looked down at the woman standing at the bottom of the throne stairs.
She waved her hand showing off the dazzling fingertips stained with red cosmetic ink. "Kneel," she said before placing her hand behind her husband's neck. She stroked his neck gently pulling his head closer.
Rollin rested his chin on her shoulder the pair seeming harmonious while blinding others with their public display of affection.
