PORSHA'S TONGUE
LEVIATHAN'S POV I flickered my eyes open to the rays of the bright morning sun, the thought of my confrontation with Porsha rushing into my mind. I tried rising up from bed but I am stopped by a tight hold around my waist, it was Serafin, the concubine I spent the night with. Originally, I thought of going back to Cassandra's room but decided against it, when I remembered yesterday was a Saturday, her weekly handy down day and for Cassandra nothing was more important than running the harem. If I did go there, I would have been cast aside. “Permission to enter, your majesty” A masculine voice boomed from outside the room, pulling me from my thoughts. The voice was so loud that it woke Serafin from her slumber. “Greetings your highness" She said, trying to brush her tangle
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