A knock hit the door again. The king was obviously displeased. Again he was interrupted.
The door cracked, and the voice he knew well said:
-Let's go!
He did not move, holding the woman in place and the voice again shouted:
-Lord, we got to move! Now!!
In the door he could see the head of the Royal Blood checking on him Again, it looked like he will have to just let go at this moment and skip satisfaction. This was not fun. He grabbed the blade and slid the woman's throat.
-Lord! the Royal Blood was getting out of patience. Come on! She even punched the door, and the door opened wide, letting the sight to be discovered by the crowd of people already seen rushing up the stairs.
He then wiped his blade from the crumpled sheet on the bed and put on his pants as if he had all the tim
