Semiramis nodded, her crimson eyes darkening with urgency. "Yes, and a more pressing one than before, Lord Commander," she affirmed. "Please follow me. Everyone is already gathered and waiting for the meeting."
Nathan's sharp gaze settled on Semiramis as he gave a subtle nod. He had long grown accustomed to the constant turmoil that brewed within the heart of any kingdom. There were always problems—schemes, betrayals, and power struggles lurking beneath the surface. However, the tone of Semiramis's voice carried a weight that was different this time, more solemn, more urgent.
"Let me take a shower first," Nathan stated, his voice calm but decisive as he turned toward the bath.
"I… I will come as well," Azariah murmured, attempting to rise despite her trembling legs. The aftereffects of their passionate sex still lingered in her body, leaving her barely able to stand.
