Chapter 159 Shuddering Surrender

• The breakfast ended with a suffocating air of false normalcy. Sophie, flushed from Fenrir’s sudden and uncharacteristic display of public passion, was in a daze of romantic bliss. She saw the "heated kiss" as a sign that her husband was finally relaxing, unaware that his lips had been a shield to hide the absolute degradation occurring inches from her feet.
• As they rose from the table, Adonis stood up too, a little too fast. His long silver hair was slightly dishevelled from thr earlier performance under the table, his face still red from shame, and his eyes held a hollow, haunted look that he tried to mask by looking at the floor under the table where he was degraded earlier. He offered a stiff, robotic node to them and vanished into the corridors.
• "That was lovely," Sophie whispered, tucking her arm into Fenrir’s. "The palace feels so full of life today. Even Vespera seems like a fascinating addition to our circle."