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Chapter One

I lift the gold goblet to h the space between my bars

The lighting is low, deliberate Just a crackle of flame over pro all to one sole release, while I’m here, apart, like a spectator for a sport

The king calledhot and heavy with his revolving harem of concubines—also known as his royal saddles He decided to have his pleasure in the atriuht, probably because of the acoustics in here To his credit, the moans really do echo nicely

“Yes, ! Yes! Yes!”

The skin around ulp more wine down and force ht sky instead The atriu are lass s, so it’s the best view in the palace That iswhen it stops snowing long enough to see anything

Right now, there’s a snowstorm like usual White flakes fall fro But for now, I can see a faint hint of a single star high above, peeking out fro white Always, the puffy, frozen vapor stands sentinel over the sky like ait to itself But I have a glimpse, and I’m thankful for that

I wonder if at one point, past otten times built this atrium so they could chart the stars and decipher the stories that the gods left for us in the sky But then nature thwarted the truths from us

Or perhaps the long-dead royals just built this roo around while they could stand in here, untouched by the vast, white cold Orean royals are arrogant enough to do so like that Case in point who’s currently balls-deep in his saddle while the others flaunt and play for his pleasure

Maybe I’h Maybe this space wasn’t built for the purpose of us looking up, but for the gods to look down Maybe those old royals brought their saddles up here too, as a visual offering for the heavens to enjoy the debauchery Based on soods are a horny bunch, so I honestly wouldn’t put it past theh The royal saddles are very talented

Despite the fact that I’ht now, and despite the fact that the top of the do in here It’s the closest I ever get to being outside, or feeling the wind on s expand with fresh air

Bright side? At least I never have to worry aboutfrom the snow The snowstorm does look cold, after all

I try to keep a positive outlook on life, even if I ae A pretty jail for a pretty relic

“Oh, Divine!” one of the saddles—Rissa, I think—cries out in bliss, pulling hts She has a husky voice and blonde hair, beauty effortlessly held on her face

I redirect aze to the scene in front oftheir best to i’s lucky nudoiven ti him Like the six buttons on every shirt that his tailors old crown The six saddles he’s fucking tonight

Right now, five wo to his carnal needs The servants brought up a bed so that he could be co hassle for thehts of stairs, and then put it back together again, only to have to re’s favorite saddle

I wrinkle ’s favored It has a

I’m his