Note: You can skip this chapter if you don't like to read the R18 content. It won't effect the story. For the men of culture... please enjoy it thoroughly with imagination.
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After finishing the meals with laughter and intimate joy, Soya held his hand and began dragging him to their personal room.
The fire lamps were glowing on the eastern side of the palace corridors. Most of the servants were sleeping, while a minimum number of ladies stood guard at the palace. The fire lamps were still brightly burning in the queen chambers as she got busy communicating with the spies.
Kent, while walking beside Soya in the corridors, came to a sudden stop after seeing a group of sturdy women cleaning a chariot like the one he saw on Rising Sun Peak.
"What are they doing at this time?" Kent asked Soya, who clanged to his side.
