His Majesty's Rough
Nesrin moved closer to the wall, one of her hands was clutched over her skirts while the other pressed against the wooden wall. It was thinner than usual, and if one were to get close enough, they can easily hear certain words.
After the hostess left, and Nesrin told him about her mysterious identity, Izekiel looked unfazed. There was a knock on the door soon and he asked her to go inside the bedchamber and not leave unless he had called her.
Curiosity spiked inside her heart, at the same time there was a nervous anticipation. She concluded that the guest has to be the one from palace who was mentioned by the hostess.
She could hear the faintest voices from the bed, but then all sudden there was a loud incoherent sound that made her flinch.
Since Nesrin can not go outside, she tried to listen instead.
Izekiel had said something, but it was too low. Then there was a gasp, followed by a low moan that can easily make anyone's heart flutter.