"Ah..." Inside a luxurious castle, a tired sigh echoed. T
he owner of this voice was a man of imposing and dignified appearance, his short black hair framing a manly face, contrasting with his dark skin and piercing green eyes.
That man was David Valemont, monarch of the kingdom of Valemont, a small nation in the outlying regions of the continent of eternal light.
"You ordered your guards to castrate Duke Belgrath's heir? tell me, Isabel... Why on earth, in the sacred name of Auranys, did you do that?"
The man scratched his temple, the golden crown on his head sliding slightly as he leaned back against his throne.
Below the steps leading up to the royal throne stood a woman of incomparable beauty.
Her voluptuous body covered in an elegant red dress that accentuated every curve, her slender waist seeming about to break under the weight of her enormous breasts, like mountains of dark skin covered in melted chocolate, in no way inferior to Elize's.
