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silence again. “The princess,” he said, pointing
towards the passed out woman without looking in her direction, “is
she alright?” he asked, ignoring the woman's previous question,
for now at least.
    “One of the heads on the pike used to belong to someone she
knew, though I cannot speak to her being all right, My Lord. I am
trying to help her through this time, though it’s troubling for
someone as pampered as she.” Mirella’s voice was even and
respectful, her manner forthright as she gazed over his body. She
tried not to be so wanton, but it was difficult. How long had it been
since she’d seen even a mortal in all his glory?
    She swallowed and dabbed her pink tongue to the bottom of her lip,
“She is not used to serving another.”
    Knelt as she was, it made it easy to gaze up at his impressive
package, that bulge which contained his loins so massive through the
black leather of his pants. The statue had done him little disservice
in its representation of what lay beneath, but to be so close to the
actual thing...
    “I wouldn’t imagine, no,” he intoned
thoughtfully.
    Taking his time mulling over something he looked back down at her.
“You will suffice,” he stated, with a wave of his hand he
gestured for her to follow. He went to the tent flap, exiting in a
pace that seemed relaxed for him, but was brisk for her shorter
limbs.
    Excitement spurred her on, however, and she had no issue keeping
up with his pace. She stayed a step and a half behind him and just to
the side at all times, trailing him like she had so many others
before, ready to aid him and yet giving him total control over all.
    “My Lord, is it true that the others will have free reign
with me when we finish?” she asked, his acceptance of her
brightening her entire face despite the dark thought.
    One unmistakable thing was that this time, unlike her arrival to
the tent, the savages at his command not only averted their eyes,
they were all prone before him. The first to notice his exiting his
tent had set off a wave of like action, and as they re-entered the
palace, it was uncanny. Never before had she seen such frightful
obedience in all her years serving the royal family.
    The old King had obedience, but nothing so deeply rooted as this.
    Taking a different route through the ruins of the palace he spoke
to her sparingly, “Your future remains to be seen,” he
stated simply. She had trouble guessing where he was leading her.
When finally they emerged out onto a small garden area, reserved for
the royal families’ quiet breakfasts overlooking the city, she
noticed the place was better composed than the rest.
    The flowers were untrampled, the gazebo still stood. It was like a
quiet center of the storm about the palace, untouched by the fury of
the northerners. There he stood, magnificent but so oddly out of
place, as he felt out of place wherever he was, like a being from
another plane of existence.
    Her eyes moved around, and her shoulders relaxed as they arrived,
“I’m glad you ordered this place untouched,” she
murmured as she took a daring step nearer to the strange, godlike man
with his otherworldly form. She was a fair bit shorter than he,
though she was fairly tall for a lady. Her eyes twinkled with
perverse delight at being alone with him, yet her heart raced with
fear and desire, the two emotions whorling together and becoming one.
    Though she hadn’t been so frightened and cowed as the
others, she knew what that hefty shaft could do to her, and her
stomach turned in excitement as she dropped once more to her knees.
Her hands reached for him, then faltered, “Do you prefer to
tell me what you’d wish of me, My Lord?”
    Her new dark king looked permanently consumed with matters of
another realm, always seeming to be concerned with things beyond mere
mortals understanding. Looking to her as she knelt before him, he
took his time before answering. “You’re a curious woman.
You don’t resist your fate at all, do