A well-equipped cavalry escorted a luxurious horse-drawn carriage, slowly moving west along a forest trail.
At the end of the road, the silhouette of the Storm Fortress could already be glimpsed.
Inside the carriage, Queen Midela had her eyes slightly closed, enjoying the tranquility after pleasure.
Her soft flawless skin filled with an enchanting peach blush, and her snowy, slender beautiful legs were draped over Colin's body.
Quite inconsiderately, Colin moved the ivory-like jade legs aside and stood up to dress.
"What? Still not willing to cooperate with me?" Queen Midela, lazily leaning against the bed, asked in a coquettish tone.
Colin shrugged, replacing his answer with silence.
He behaved like a negligent man who, just after having his physiological needs met, didn't bother to express any further interest.