After signing the agreement with Prince Qoren, Talvey and Azel followed a maid to the prepared guest rooms.
Instead of returning to his own room, Azel entered Talvey’s guest room with him.
“My lord, do you think the words of that Tyroshi governor are trustworthy? If they continue to maintain their alliance with Myr and Lys, wouldn’t we be in a very passive position?” Azel asked as he entered the room, closed the door, and furrowed his brows.
Talvey patted his shoulder.
“Not bad, Azel. You see things very clearly.”
Then he walked over to the window, looking out at the Summer Sea: “Regardless of whether what that governor of Tyrosh said is the truth or not, we don’t need to know. We only need to let the governors of Myr and Lys know that Tyrosh has reached a secret agreement with us and Dorne. That will be enough.”
Talvey then turned his head with a smile.
“Do you understand what to do now?”
Azel reacted instantly, exclaiming in sudden realization: “Understood, my lord. I will go right now and have someone send a message to Sir Rykard Redwyne.”
Before his words had even faded, Azel rushed out of the room in a hurry.
After Azel left, Talvey instructed the maid outside the door to prepare bathwater.
After washing away his exhaustion, he went to bed and rested.
At night, amidst the knocking of the maid, Talvey put on the pre-prepared formal attire and brought Azel along to attend the banquet.
Led by the maid, the two arrived at the banquet hall located in the Tower of the Sun.
The spacious hall was illuminated brightly by hundreds of beeswax candles at this moment, and the stained glass on the surrounding walls became incomparably resplendent.
Aside from the dutiful guards on the outermost perimeter, maids wearing Dorne’s “uniquely revealing” attire scurried nimbly about, presenting all kinds of delicious delicacies to the guests.
Talvey finally understood what Prince Qoren meant earlier in the day by “unique features.”
Just as Talvey and Azel stepped into the banquet hall—
“Clang—!”
“Let us welcome tonight’s most distinguished guest with applause—Lord Talvey, heir to House Valthorn!” Prince Qoren began to applaud with a smile on his face.
At this, everyone looked toward Talvey at the entrance and offered enthusiastic applause, especially the charming and delicate noble young ladies, who stared at him with glowing eyes and unblinking gazes, like a pack of wolves that had been starved for seven days.
Amidst thunderous applause, Talvey maintained a polite smile and walked all the way toward Prince Qoren and Governor Corio.
“Oh, Lord Talvey, those ladies’ eyes look as though they want to devour you whole, hahaha!” Governor Corio looked at Talvey with a teasing expression.
Talvey took the wine glass handed over by an attendant and shrugged innocently: “I finally understand what Prince Qoren meant by those unique features earlier today. Dornish customs are indeed much more uninhibited than other places.”
Prince Qoren said with a full smile: “In Dorne, monogamy is not enforced. Nobles can have multiple lovers and partners, and women have the same rights as men. Therefore, even female nobility can have many lovers, and all their children enjoy equal inheritance rights.”
Talvey smiled and nodded.
He knew the customs of Dorne and also knew that Dorne had many female rulers.
“Enjoy the Dornish revelry to your heart’s content, Lord Talvey. Those noble ladies can’t wait to crawl into your bed, hahaha!” After finishing, Prince Qoren raised his glass in toast to Talvey, then walked toward a noblewoman who was presumably one of his mistresses.
After Prince Qoren left, Governor Corio looked at the swarming noble daughters, gave Talvey a look that seemed to say “take care of your health,” and went off on his own to find a partner for the night.
Talvey was like a lone leaf of a boat in the vast ocean, surrounded tightly by passionate Dornish women—pure and cute ones, plump and full-figured ones, tall and slender ones…
At noon the next day, the originally blazing and blinding sunlight penetrated the pure white gauze curtains, gently spilling into Talvey’s room.
After a knock on the door, it was gently pushed open.
A group of maids looked at the clothes scattered on the floor, blushed as they filled the bathtub with hot water, and then softly closed the door behind them as they exited the room.
On the smooth and soft thin silk quilt, Talvey slowly opened his eyes.
His nose was filled with the various bodily fragrances of maidens and the lingering warmth of a night of passion.
Jade bodies were sprawled across the bed.
Talvey casually brushed aside the jade arms and long legs wrapped around his body, rolled out of bed, stretched his limbs, and gave a lazy stretch.
Perceiving the movement, the three beauties on the bed, each with their own unique charms, trembled their long eyelashes slightly, opened their eyes lazily, and were immediately drawn to Talvey by the bedside.
His tall physique of 1.9 meters featured a wide, upright frame.
His muscle lines were smooth and tight without a trace of ferocity.
Beneath his firm, broad chest, an eight-pack of abs and mermaid lines were clearly visible, forming an extremely tense inverted triangle.
His slender legs had well-proportioned, straight joints and distinct muscle definitions.
Seeing that the three had woken up, Talvey said with a genial smile: “You can continue resting. You’ve worked hard all night. Later, I’ll have the maids bring food to the room.”
“My lord, will I still have the honor of continuing to serve you tonight?” a fair-skinned beauty on the bed asked coquettishly with melting eyes.
Talvey looked at this bastard daughter of the House Yronwood family with a smile and said: “Miss Yara, didn’t you beg for mercy last night and ask me to let you go? What? Have you changed your mind now?”
“Giggle giggle!” The other two beauties on the bed chuckled upon hearing this.
Elia Sand from Godsgrace was a beauty with an adorable face yet a figure so full you couldn’t see your own feet at a glance.
She let out a dainty huff: “Hmph, I think Yara is clearly doing this on purpose. She received the most favor from my lord last night—such a little slut, starting to act coquettishly the moment she wakes up.”
Miss Arianne Sand, the last one, was a noble lady from Wyl, full of exotic charm and resembling a girl-next-door older sister.
Her right hand climbed onto Elia’s generous chest, and she teased in her ear: “I think you’re clearly just jealous of Yara, starting to vie for favor the moment you wake up, my big darling.”
Elia launched a counterattack against Arianne without yielding, but ultimately proved no match, ending up pinned beneath Arianne and panting softly.
Yara Sand not only didn’t show a shred of shyness at this, but instead gently lifted the thin silk quilt covering her body, fully revealing her fair and well-proportioned body before Talvey’s eyes, her tone full of ambiguity and provocation: “Then does my lord want to try again and see who begs for mercy today?”
“It seems the lesson I gave you yesterday wasn’t enough!” Talvey strode toward the bed.
“Ah!” Accompanied by a charming cry, Talvey picked up Yara horizontally in his arms and tossed her into the massive bathtub.
Soon after, the other two beauties also joined the battle with giggles.
Two hours later, Talvey left the room feeling refreshed, leaving behind only the three noble ladies who were utterly exhausted and helplessly being fed by the maids.
Elia
Yara
Arianne