In the heart of his grand palace, King Jordan finds solace in the quiet, his mind wandering to the carnal delights he's denied himself in the name of duty. His fingers trace the lines of his body, skimming over the ridged muscles, before dipping beneath the fabric of his undergarments. He grips his hardening cock, a groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His mind fills with illicit images, the whispered promises of his courtiers, the secret glances of his ladies-in-waiting, each one fueling his desire. He increases his pace, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his release, the king's indulgence playing out in the dim light of his private chamber.