I spotted Thane donning black military regalia, a burgundy cloak draped over his shoulders, and a shirt unbuttoned to expose his chest and abdomen. Not bad. Perhaps all the strenuous effort of an orgy was enough to keep him in decent shape despite his obscene drinking habits. I approached him, wondering why he hadn’t yet died of intoxication.

“Your Empyrean Highness,” he bowed at the waist, breaking his conversation with the two male court members he’d been entertaining. One glance at each and I knew they’d end up in his bed tonight.

The Kara Isik Khan empire had chosen wisely when they’d sent the blond creature t......