Chan Zian cursed the ground under his feet, as he stepped out of the crown prince's quarters, to receive the guest who had arrived for him at the gate.
As he slowly navigated through the palace walls, he felt his consciousness slowly slipping away.
"That man is a beast, how can he maintain such a kind face in front of others?" He cursed, nearing the gates were servants would receive guests.
As he took slow strides, all he could think of was how the crown prince mercilessly pounded him, not once thinking if he was fine with it. Of course, he could handle that much, but for a regular man, that sort of intensity could get him killed.
"Who did you say was here to see me?" Chan Zian asked, lazily scratching the back of his head, too tired and too hungry for whoever thought to disturb his afternoon.
The guard manning the gate pulled the gate open and stepped aside, allowing Chan Zian get a full view of his visitor.
