Chapter 567

This was the real Varkas.

This was the Patron of Aethelgard, Sir Varkas.

Nara was like a small white flower in a rainstorm, left to be guided by Varkas, rising and falling on an ocean of passion…

When the morning sun refracted through the window, Varkas opened his eyes.

He looked at Nara, still fast asleep beside him, and at the marks he had branded onto her skin. A smile spread across his lips.