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Chapter 9.2. Whispers of the snakes.

Ronan led Adrian through shadowed alleyways, the prince’s heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. He had never ventured beyond palace walls before, much less to a place of such… reputation.

The brothel loomed ahead, garish lights flickering in the gloom, as bawdy laughter spilled out from open doors. Ronan glanced at his companion, noting the wide-eyed wonder on Adrian’s face.

– This is it, – he whispered, a smirk playing across lips: – The Crown Jewel – finest establishment this side of kingdom!

Adrian swallowed hard, hands clammy with sweat as they approached entrance together. A burly doorman leered at them appraisingly, one bushy eyebrow raised in question that needed no voice to speak words, already hanging heavy in air between all gathered.

– Well, well, – rumbled the man roughly, stepping aside to grant access to interior, where delights awaited eager patrons, willing pay price of admission: – Another royal plaything come