After seeing Polina off, Garithos lay tossing and turning in bed, the spacious cabin cold and empty.
He regretted it the moment Polina left. In truth, Garithos was not tired at all. After being cooped up in Lordaeron City for so long, he had been fully prepared to enjoy himself.
In her youth, Polina had been a celebrated socialite in Lordaeron City, with fair skin, a beautiful face, and an elegant figure. If not for her rather loose morals, she might have been queen by now.
Even after the passing years, however, Polina remained highly sought after among the older nobles.
Compared with pretty young girls, Polina understood far better what men wanted.
Unable to fall asleep, Garithos kept questioning himself: Was I right to do that?
After struggling for half an hour, Garithos simply could not sleep. He wrapped himself in his coat and headed back to Polina's room.
The room was brightly lit. Polina was tending to her skin with skincare products specially made in Dalaran.
Garithos had no sense of romance, and Polina was just as disappointed.
They were only friends for now, but Polina desperately wanted to take things further and turn their relationship into an alliance.
The nobles had raised nearly a million gold coins. A sum that enormous left plenty of room to maneuver.
"Are you asleep, Countess Polina?" Garithos asked, knocking like a perfect gentleman.
Polina snorted inwardly. A man's words are nothing but lies. Look who came knocking after all.
"Not yet, Marshal Garithos. What brings you here so late?" Polina asked, turning into a huntress and stringing him along.
Garithos cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly. "I couldn't sleep. I wanted to discuss the details of the grain trade with you. I'm a rough soldier, after all. Some matters will certainly