THIRD-PERSON POV“Ah!”“Yes, Prince Max—yes! Yes!”“Oh, dear gods…”“Yes!”The walls of the Sapphire Brothel trembled as though alive while shaking with laughter, breathless pleas, drunken shouts, and secrets that men only dared confess when the candles were low, and the world outside fell away. The scent of incense, sweat, and sweet wine curled together in the dim air.When Prince Maximillian finally finished with the whore beneath him, he rose with a long exhale, wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow, and fastened the golden clasp on his princely cloak. With each breath, he shed the wildness of the act and resumed his usual expression, which was cold, composed, and polished with the arrogance of a royal prince. He was a man who believed every person, every stone, every god owed him its knees.Outside the chamber door, his sworn knight stood waiting. “Zed,” the Prince said, stepping into the lamp-lit hall.“Your Highness,” Zed replied, bowing his head.They moved down the winding
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