Wearing his favorite black pajamas and a white shirt, Draymond strolled towards the secret door in his room. It was a custom-made door that connected to Zarina's room. The purpose? It was a clever way to create the illusion that they were sleeping together, especially for the benefit of his father's arrival, allowing them to sneak out unnoticed.
With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing Zarina's room. As Draymond entered, the soft sound of Zarina's faint snoring reached his ears. 'She must be tired,' he thought empathetically.
Approaching her bed with a quiet step, he observed, "She didn't even change her clothes; she was still wearing her apron and not yet able to take a bath before going to sleep." He muttered as he scanned Zarina's face. "Yet she is still as pretty as ever."
Draymond's eyes shifted to her wrist. There, he noticed a minor burn and tiny splatter marks, evidence of encounters with scalding hot oil.