The man then took turns to please every woman in the bedroom and none of them was even able to please him. It was a sad thing for a man who lives for more than a thousand years, but at least he was able to fulfil the needs of his women.
After the last woman fell asleep in his bed, he walked out of the bed. On his way out, he grabbed the gown from a chair and donned it. The wooden door creaked like it has not been used for a long time, and the man stopped for a moment.
His hand hovered on the doorknob, torn between returning to his women or seeking respite in the open air. Eventually, he chose the latter and stepped into the castle's courtyard.
The fortress stood close to a cliff, where the wild sea wind always blew. The cold breeze kissed his face as he breathed in the fresh air.
"The salty air feels nice," he murmured, realizing it had been quite some time since he last visited this spot.