"Ahh yes, Your Highness. Wonderful," moaned a woman as she was being used by a man with long black hair.
The man's red eyes squinted sharply as he continued to pull the woman's hair from behind and continued to use her until he was satisfied and finally the two lay on the bed.
That night Ferid again summoned a prostitute woman to satisfy his desires. He did not want to have a concubine because he did not want another child to have. Even for him, Dion and Theodore were troublesome enough if he did not need a royal successor.
"Your Majesty, this evening has been marvelous. But you don't look happy, did something happen?" asked the prostitute woman while running her fingers through Ferid's hair.
"Heh, all this is because of that woman. She dares to always go against my words," Ferid replied irritably.
"That woman? The Crown Princess?"
