A King, Sixty Women, and an Absolutely Wild Night
It was the second morning since Leon had sealed himself inside his personal estate.
Beyond the walls, the kingdom breathed in peace.
The sun rose slowly over Nagarath, soft gold spreading across tiled rooftops and distant watchtowers. Early light spilled across the city like warm honey, brushing the stone towers and quiet streets in gentle color. Birds stirred from the branches of courtyard trees, their soft chirping threading through the cool dawn air.
Dew clung to garden leaves, catching the sunlight in tiny sparks. Somewhere beyond the estate grounds, the distant murmur of the city began to wake—vendors opening stalls, carts creaking along stone roads, the quiet rhythm of a kingdom beginning another day.
Commander Black stood one kilometer from the estate perimeter.
