Chapitre 978: “-my lady, care for a contract?”

A sneaky little click loomed by the door. Elvira's stronger demeanor left a while back. Faced with unprecedented trouble, Igna turned his attention to the strange door, '-open already,' he thought, '-don't hang on the hinges,' a similarly unbased annoyance filled his grip that left reports.

 "Master," a whiff entered – the scent of blood and maladies. The king's regard shifted, "-enter already," he said, unperturbed by the sudden arrival.

 "Majesty," it said, only to enter fully and close the opening, "-are you well?"

 "Theon," he returned, "-the excited demeanor, I see an exuberance of innate sexual pleasure drown thy core. I'm afraid I'm not that all interested in my kin…"