The banquet had ended long ago, guests had dispersed, leaving behind plates and goblets that servants had already cleaned up.
From the slightly ajar room came a woman's coquettish laughter.
"It tickles, Damian."
The girl's face was flushed, expressing her affection in a voice soft to the extreme to the young man who was touching her all over. The girl proactively wrapped her arms around Damian's neck, allowing herself to fall onto the bed with him, as he buried his face into her bosom.
As the youngest daughter of Prince Freeman, she understood from a young age that to get what she wanted, she needed to fight for it herself.
When she witnessed a scene at the banquet, she knew her opportunity had come.
She had stayed after the guests left, found the sullen Second Prince, gently comforting him, expressing her admiration and affection for him, both of them drinking a lot, until now.
