Meanwhile, with Kael outside with a drunk Jacquelyn, two people staggered into the passage inside the pleasure house.
"Are you sure your house is this way? We've passed so many houses, and I haven't seen the manor," Iva mumbled, looking around as though she had passed many houses when she had only passed four rooms.
Lord Ryver nodded, his dusty brown hair looking disheveled and unkempt. "I know this road; it leads to the prime minister's manor. Mine should be the next gate," he nodded seriously. "Let's walk a little more."
Iva sighed, "I don't usually help people, but I'll make an exception for you. Let's go. You're so drunk," she said like she was not also drunk herself, Holding the man by the shoulder, as she tried to help him stand properly while she was also unsteady herself.
