THIRD PERSON'S POV
"What the hell did you and Conan do?" Zeus shook his head, surveying the room in disarray. Conan lay sprawled on the bed while Hyra, having just finished showering, strolled around in her underwear.
"We had sex?" Hyra grinned mischievously as she settled in front of the mirror, letting Zeus begin to blow-dry her hair. "Sex is a crucial part of life, Zeus. You should give it a try sometime."
Zeus glared at her. Such thoughts had never crossed his mind. His dedication was solely to the White Monarchy and serving Demon.
"Should I cover up those kiss marks with makeup?" Zeus frowned deeper, noticing the prominent marks on Hyra's neck, arm, and thigh that would be difficult to conceal. He glanced at Conan and sighed, realizing Conan probably intended for them to be seen today.
"Why would you do that? I wanted everyone to know," Conan mumbled lazily, still lying down and watching them.
"It's art, so I wanted to show it off too," Hyra added with a half-smile.
Zeus took a deep breath. The party hadn't even started, yet he already felt exhausted because of Hyra and Conan's antics.
"I'll wait for you downstairs," Conan announced, finally getting up and leaving Hyra and Zeus alone. Zeus wished Conan would stay, not wanting to be left alone with Hyra, but if he stayed, they'd never finish in time.
"Did you get the design I wanted?" Hyra asked as she applied lipstick.
"Are you planning to seduce everyone at the party?" Zeus countered, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes!" Hyra answered proudly. "I'm going to be the star of the night, so I have to look my best."
"You seem awfully confident. Are you planning something we don't know about?"
"If you find out, it won't be as exciting," Hyra teased with a grin, earning another eye roll from Zeus.
Three hours later, the preparations finally came to an end.
Conan, Chris, Zeus, Ripple, and the underlings waited eagerly as they heard her footsteps descending the stairs.
"Here she comes," Ripple whispered, and they all turned their attention to the top of the staircase. Hyra appeared, clad in a form-fitting white dress with a daring side slit.
"Damn, she's stealing all the attention," Chris muttered, glancing over at Conan beside him. He wasn't wrong—Conan's eyes were fixed on Hyra, captivated.
"What are you wearing? Is fabric in short supply?" Conan tried to joke, attempting to regain his composure.
"It's better than me showing up in a wedding gown. I am the White Queen, after all—I have to wear white!" Hyra defended her choice, admiring herself in the full-length mirror. "Who's this beauty? An angel descended from heaven? Or perhaps a goddess?" she mused, lost in her own reflection.
She turned to find the underlings standing with eyes shut.
"You idiots, you don't know how to appreciate beauty," Hyra muttered, then approached Conan. Just before touching him, she paused, appraising him from head to toe. "Did you do something good in your past life? How else could you have such grace?"
