(Third-Person POV)
(A Few Moments Earlier)
Alexander, the king of Gasita, stormed into Lustoria, seething with rage. He had come expecting to find Asher defeated in a game, reduced to a mere slave—an easy target for revenge. The thought of punishing him for the sheer audacity of disrespecting him, and worse, sleeping with his girlfriends right in front of him, had fueled his journey.
But instead...
"So, you're saying that boy did all that?" Nyxa asked, reclining lazily on a velvet couch inside Lustoria, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Around her, men lingered, indulging in pleasures freely offered by the women slaves entertaining them in all ways imaginable.
"Yes, my queen. That brat is nothing but trouble. Don't be fooled by his innocent smile." Alexander took a sip of his wine, his expression twisted with contempt.
