The sunset faded away, and the King's palace lit up with unceasing fire torches, while the divine curtains fluttered in the night breeze. Guided by the Royal guard, Gillim headed towards the magnificent hall. In just a moment, he heard the light flute music, mingling with a bird-like singing.
The Chief Intelligence Officer frowned slightly, looking at the guiding guard. The guard hesitated, then spoke in a low voice after a slight pause.
"His Majesty is in a poor mood and has had some refreshing honey wine, watching the Vastec beauties' song and dance for a while."
The Vastec people dislike lavish attire and excel in song and dance; they always present some beautiful songstresses and dancers each year in lieu of monetary and grain tribute. And at the banquets of the Great Nobility in the Capital City, Vastec beauties are also highly sought after.
