61. Most sly and most real

Vrinda Simard raised his head and looked at the dark sky. There was a glass of wine in his palm. He had been leaning back on the railing of his balcony. The moon had buried itself behind the clouds. His throat dried because of the darkness. He gulped a glass of wine and poured another for him.

He wanted to go and see Jane Dover in the dungeon. He wanted to take her out of it as soon as possible. But, Darius Simard… He couldn't understand why Darius Simard was not interested in taking her out as soon as possible. He had asked Vrinda Simard to go and ask the king to permit the adviser's meeting. Why? 

Vrinda Simard frowned. More he was trying to control his desires, he was drowning in her beauty. He had noticed some changes in his behaviour and temper when she came into his life. Sad! She didn't belong to him, too.