Severus's eyes scoured the room, taking in the sight of scattered armour belonging to the Royal Guard.
The armaments lying in untidy piles, signs that they were removed in hasty action, his gaze gradually drifting over to the large bed with a wide netted veil covering it.
The figures of several shadows hovered behind the veil, the sound of people short of breath quickly reached his ears.
Severus had to agree with that rude little twerp of a brother of his, the empresses were little more than whores, truth be told they could give many whores a lesson or two.
Just the soft breathing was enough to make him want to stop and turn around, but he had already come this far.
