Vetta was sheathing as she walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wished she never came here.

　　She wished she never heard the incoherent mumbles, and she never pressed her ear so glued to the door to decipher the things they said. She wished she never got curious.

　　"Good night, Mistress." A maid greeted her with a bow as she passed.

　　Vetta only glared daggers at the maid and matched right past her. What is so good about the night!?

　　There is nothing—ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!—good about this night!

　　Danika is right there inside that bedroom.

　　The king drew sëxual pleasures from her body and sated himself on her. During courting season....