Manipulation
After a long time, Etaya and Seraph came out. They called the servants in.
"We will have breakfast in the bedchamber," said Seraph.
"Yes, m'lord," said Jor'gas.
From the corner of her eyes, Anastasia glanced at Etaya. She was extremely exhausted and annoyed as hell. Her skin was flushed. She was lying in the bed, tucked beneath the sheets. Her clothes were still lying on the couch. On the other hand, Seraph looked refreshed. He had a wide smile on his face. And Anastasia dared not look below his torso. The feeling was… disgusting.
They exited, satisfied.
"When is the wedding?" asked Anastasia.
"In the evening," Jor'gas replied, as they hurried to the kitchen.
"Are many people invited?"