"How's the works developing, Alva?" General Aldrich asked her when they met after a week. "I presumed, the apology act went well," he guessed.
"Yes. My apology was accepted by the Queen Daphne. And every time I see her at work, she just smiled blandly. Oh, she asks for coffee for everyone!" Alva helped him remove his coat. "She seemed preoccupied over something."
"It's good that you are back in the palace, Alva," he nuzzled her fragrant neck. "Concentrate your energy to the king."
"What shall I do?" she murmured while she turned her head. She was enjoying the rough way he licked her skin.
"Always make yourself visible to King Avner. Show him you have concern over his welfare. It's good that Queen Daphne is engrossed with work."
"Won't you get jealous?"
"No. I won't be jealous." He
