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Chapter 9.3. Whispers of the snakes.

Adrian stumbled back into main room, clothing disheveled and skin flushed with lingering arousal. He plopped down beside Ronan, still dazed from intense private encounter.

– Enjoyed yourself? – the hero asked with a knowing grin, slinging arm around prince’s shoulders.

Before Adrian could respond, hooded stranger leaned forward.

– Allow me to introduce myself, – he said in a pleasant voice: – Name’s Dravid. I’m an old friend of Ronan here.

The prince nodded absently, mind still reeling from pleasures experienced moments ago… He took a fortifying swig of wine, as hooded figure continued.

– In my country, nobles are allowed as many courtesans as they want, – Dravid explained, eyes gleaming with dark amusement: – It’s seen as sign of status – how many lovers they can support.

– Really? – Adrian perked up at that, curiosity getting the better of post-coital haze. The idea held undeniable appeal, truth to be told.

– Oh