Chapter 42

The happy celebration was still going on; the siblings were still busy with the arriving guests, while Zen didn't even leave my side.

He kept whispering something to me, like when we left the colosseum and said we'd come back later before the ceremony, he said he was still thirsty, he said he wanted to sleep, and he said I needed to put him to sleep, among other tricks.

I don't think I can count how many times he played with the poison of my joy with one hand. He will take it off, then put it back on. He is doing it again and again.

"Zen!" I slapped his hand when he untied it again. We were standing at the very end of the colosseum, where we could see all the action.

While I was interested in watching the dancing, Zen was interested in undressing and rearranging my fun.

"What?" he asked innocently, as if he wasn't doing anything silly. He put his hand back on my back again.

"Dear prince, what's the big problem with your hand? It won't stop." I rem