"Your Highness!"
The urgent cry echoed through the gilded royal chamber as Lupien's personal eunuch burst in, panic and dread etched across his pale face. His sudden intrusion sent a ripple of tension through the room.
Lupien's fiery gaze snapped toward the eunuch, fury igniting in his blood-red eyes. He was reclining lazily upon his golden throne, surrounded by half-naked pleasure slaves. One of them had her mouth around his erect dragon, while he fondled the soft breasts of another. A third stood by his side, feeding him grapes with trembling hands. The room had been filled with moans and soft laughter until now.
Lupien's expression darkened, storm clouds gathering in his gaze. "What is the meaning of this disturbance?" he growled. "Have you grown tired of living, dog?"
