A man is seen laying inside his unmade bed. The furniture covered with white cloth stood like veiled statues under the rays of moonlight that barely lit the room. How uncomfortable and scary to stay in such a room, but the man had long been used to the darkness.
He pondered unknown thoughts and worried himself with vague problems. He raised his watch above his face and caressed its face repeatedly. A knock on his door punches him out of his trance.
"My Lord, Lady Mericon calls you to supper."
The man simply got up and hid his watch on his pocket. He headed straight down to the dining room, not minding Lady Ophelia's stare that was basically criticizing him.
"Well, aren't you a little too disrespectful for a gentleman, Dvagonn?"
The man, Dvagonn, who had already made his first bite without waiting for Lady Ophelia, only lazily stared at her.
"I am no gentleman, Lady Ophelia. But trust me, I have the highest respects for you," Dvagonn replied.
Seeing as how Dvagonn lunges at the food prepared for him, Lady Ophelia immediately thought of the events this morning, especially how he referred to her guest as a "fair lady".
"That girl bothers you," Lady Ophelia stated, no doubts in mind.
Dvagonn slowed down on chewing, beginning to ponder over this earlier thoughts again. He swallowed largely and reached for the table napkin to wipe his mouth.
"Not at all, Lady Ophelia," he scoffed. "I am simple bothered by the fact that the time I have chosen for my vacation is also the time that mothers and daughters are on a hunt. I must remind you to keep your mouth tightly sealed."
Lady Ophelia's laugh reverberated through the whole room.
"Oh, you're not here for vacation. The queen has asked for an audience with you."
It came as a shock, but not surprising. Lady Ophelia have ears all over the place. It was also a factor that the lady knew him too well.
Dvagonn is a free man. Despite his noble background, no one batted their eyelash to everything he did, as long as he does not tarnish the reputation of his family. No one has truly showed him affection, except for the lady who volunteered to care for him in his younger days. After all, the power he had was something the royal family would be ruined for.
He is a prince. A prince with no name. To ensure that he is under control, he was decreed to be a warrior. Over the years, he had refined his skills and earned his merit. Now, he is a general. No one in the army could match his talent and prowess.
"I guess you can say that."
Dvagonn relinquished his back against the chair and sighed. Lady Ophelia began her dinner, peacefully savoring the dishes as Dvagonn rummaged through his head of ways to outsmart the lady. After a while, he just gave up.
"I am done, Lady Ophelia. Excuse me for a while. I am going to meet some of my friends outside."
Dvagonn stood up and walked the path to escape the lady's grasp. Instead of taking a horse, he chose to walk to at least help him unwind. One more thing, he had been gone in the capital for far too long that he forgot how it looks in every corner.
Finally, he made it to Jelly's House, a brothel in Crinoline Town Circle. When he said he would meet his friends, he meant meeting them and some unknown girls to take off some heat.
As soon as he stepped through the entrance, the cacophony of raucous laughter and the clinking of glasses hit him. The noise of men, their crude jokes about women and drunken boasts, drowned out any chance of peace he dreamed. Yet, he had no choice. It was his friends who chose this sleazy den of indulgence and at the same time, they were ironically nowhere to be found.
"Good evening, sir. How may I help you?" A staff member approached with exaggerated care, his back hunched slightly and his smile stretched a little too wide yet did not reach his eyes. His forced generosity somehow stirred an unsettling feeling.
"Do you have private rooms?"
The staff's face lit up and nodded.
"Give me one room. And a girl."
The man immediately complied, guiding Dvagonn upstairs. They went through a narrow hallway to the room at the farthest end, tucked away from the noise below. Dvagonn entered and settled onto the bed. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt, the fabric loosening around his neck. He laid down and closed his eyes. His breath slowly deepened.
Not long after, the door clicked open with a soft, deliberate sound, and a woman stepped inside. She had this air of confidence. From her calculated walk to her knowing look, it was clear that she had walked into this kind of scene a hundred times before. Her expression held a hint of mischief.
She took careful, seductive steps towards Dvagonn, her heels loudly tapping the floor as she did. She stood in front of him, resting her one knee on the space between Dvagonn's legs. Her hands found her way to his chest, tracing it from the distal part up to his buttons, hinting at unbuttoning his shirt herself.
"You're muscular. I love men like that," the girl initiated to start a conversation.
However, Dvagonn only wanted one thing as of the moment— pleasure. He grabbed the woman's wrist and pinned her down on the bed. He was towering over her, just as the woman liked it. The woman had not yet adjusted on the bed when Dvagonn ripped the fabric off of her body and devoured her.
Dvagonn was starving, and he only cared about eating his meal, not minding the screams and moans of his prey, who was begging for mercy.
Dvagonn unbuttoned his breeches and pounced on the poor woman. Her head swayed left and right, unable to contain the pleasure. Her screeching moans filled the entire room which prompted Dvagonn to tear a piece of her clothing and stomp it in her mouth.
Dvagonn went through with his act until he climaxed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he release it all inside the woman.
"That was good," the woman remarked. "Can we do it next time?"
Indeed, Dvagonn's performance was quite remarkable. However, he was in no way going to repeat doing a woman. She is not his wife after all.
The woman smiled from ear to ear to which Dvagonn replied with a cold glance, yet his lips revealing a hint of mischief.
"No," he replied. "Besides, you won't be alive tomorrow and the days after."
Dvagonn snucked his nose on the woman's next, taking in her scent. The woman excitedly held on to his head, nugging him deeper into her skin. Her mind is clouded with obscene thoughts in anticipation of what he might do.
The next second, pain seeped through her skin. She held onto Dvagonn tighter, enduring the pain as she thought that the pleasure will come later. Contrary to her belief, the pain amplified. Her hand instinctively gripped onto Dvagonn's hair, pulling him away from her. Yet, even before she realized this was not another round of pleasure, her body had been sucked dry.
The woman's once plumped body had been reduced to a mere massive sheet of skin, with no bones and flesh.
Dvagonn raised his head, licking his lower lip to not waste any drop of her juices. After all, it is only once in a while that he gets to eat what he actually desire.
He turned to pick up his clothes and got dressed. Not even taking a glance back, Dvagonn let that hideous thing remain where he left her. He slammed the door open, satisfied with the meal he had.
"Oh, tomorrow's going to be a fun morning."