บท 55: The Lotus 14

The king stared at the map for a while.

As he did, the women in the background began to hum a tune, one quite familiar to the prince. It was a song of war, one that Byzeth soldiers had sung as the Draken Empire slaughtered them in his last life.

As they hummed in fine melody, Aric gazed at the women, noticing their predatory glint. Beneath their large, bare bosoms and plump, soft thighs, they ran their hands sensually as they bit their lips and gazed at the prince in a seductive manner. There was danger in their eyes; these women were more than just courtesans.

However, that was not Aric's problem. Not now.

Aszer rubbed his chin, considering the proposal. "But the towns you're suggesting—here, and here—are near imperial garrisons. We risk drawing attention to ourselves too soon."