In the vast hall of the temple, soft, intoxicating sounds of passion echoed.

A bottle of red wine lay tipped over on the steps, its contents spilling out, cascading down the stairs.

On the throne, two bodies were entwined in a passionate embrace.

Leon now understood why Rosvisser had ordered the throne to be rebuilt so spaciously.

Not only was it wide, but it could also accommodate two people and support a variety of intimate positions.

She hadn’t become complacent;

She had become enlightened.

“Is this why you had me wait for you here tonight? For this?” Leon teased.

Rosvisser's …