Inside a lavish carriage, a fat young man dressed in golden robes lounged comfortably. Each of his fingers bore heavy gold rings, and a thick gold necklace hung around his neck. One glance was enough to know, he was rich, and he flaunted it.
Seated on his lap was a maid, delicately feeding him slices of fruit. As he chewed lazily, one of his hands roamed beneath her clothes, fondling her breasts with increasing pressure.
Suddenly, he asked,
"When will we reach the castle?"
His grip tightened, making the maid flinch and moan softly in pain. But she gritted her teeth and replied,
"Lord Gloden, we’ll arrive within the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
Gloden, the only son of Lord Theodore, had been spoiled since birth. Arrogant, indulgent, and unchecked, his behavior was tolera
