Draken
Lord Draken held a magnificent feast for Lady Denee. The castle of Merisbeth was bustling with life, a hive of activities.
The feast hall was filled with laughter and din of conversation as men dined alongside Lady Denee.
She loved the air of vibrancy, slowly wolfing down her food. Denee appeared less concerned about the furtive, curious glances Draken was giving her.
She had eyes everywhere. Hidden eyes no man could see. Lord Draken might think he was hiding his gazes well, but he wasn’t. She could see him with her many eyes.
By Denee’s right, her entourage sat, bobbing their heads as they shoved food down their throats while their eyes pinned on the male dancers standing in the middle of the hall, rolling their waists slowly and sensually as the orchestras played vibrant m
