Alva waited until Queen Daphne rode the carriage to the building site. She was wearing a serious expression.
When King Avner tried to follow the queen, Alva came out of hiding behind the wide pillar.
"King Avner!"
"Miss Morris! I thought you're at the site!" The king seemed surprised to see her.
She made the most of the short distance between them. Her shapely legs and her round hips wiggled as she sashayed towards him.
Alva had dressed carefully. Her flame-red dress was designed to ensnare the interest of any man. Even the king...
It had very low neckline and very short skirts. The short sleeves were cut in the middle to expose her toned arms. The fabric was made of soft raw silk.
King Avner's eyes roamed over her body. She knew she was desirable to look at.
'I want you! Take me!
