049: To Her Rescue

Finlay was silent the entire time they squeezed the boiled Misloco leaves into his neck. Painful and unbearable it was but he had learned the art of enduring any kind of pain.

The maids felt it was a privilege to attend to a man like Finlay. Of a truth, he possessed a different kind of good looks that drew them to him. They kept hissing and showing him their tongue which was an art of seduction, but Finlay found it disgusting, even though they were beautiful. For the umpteenth time, it crossed Finlay's mind that his men wouldn't want to leave the Ophidian kingdom if they set foot there.

Daeneria stood aback and fanned herself as she watched her maids set to work. Drococavillain had fallen into a deep slumber and taken into his room. It had been over two hours and Finlay was growing sick already, he wanted to go back to his people and mostly his wife.

"You seemed troubled," this was from Daeneria who had been observing Finlay. The man was shirtless inside the wash basin, soaked inside