From the beginning to the end, Azrael had been standing there quietly. He had not responded to anyone's words. And he had not even spared a glance in anyone's directions.
The demon lord's words were met with silence. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with hostility, ''What? Have you not bothered to prepare a present for your younger brother?"
"How could it be?" When Moira stepped forward, her hips swayed, her white gown clung to her curves in a seductive manner. She stood by Azrael's side and smiled, ''His Highness has prepared the fourth prince's present since a long time and had me take care of it.''
With a snap of her fingers, a beautiful maid entered the court holding a tray in her hand. On the tray, there was a golden jug.
The fourth prince, Samael, leaned forward when Moira removed the lid of the jug and a lingering fragrance spread in the court. The rest of the people were also allured by it momentarily.
