A King, Sixty Women, and an Absolutely Wild Night [Part-3]
Someone near the window groaned. Someone else buried their face deeper into a pillow.
And Leon, staring up at the ceiling again, wondered briefly if sleep might still win the war after all.
Near the overturned table, one of the estate maids shifted awkwardly, her cheeks still red. She avoided Leon's eyes entirely, though the small smile on her face betrayed her.
Lilyn slowly pushed herself upright, stretching carefully.
Mira watched the motion and nearly choked trying to suppress a laugh.
"Next time," one of the estate maids murmured weakly from the floor, "maybe we pace ourselves?"
Syra immediately lifted her head, eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"Next time?" she repeated. "You're already planning?"
The poor maid turned bright red.
"N-No, my lady! I didn't mean—"
That only made a few of the other women laugh harder.
Nova spoke calmly from the side, not even opening her eyes.
"Syra, don't tease her."
