Visenya was just walking into the palace when she noticed Lucian coming around the corner, his face filled with disgruntlement. She didn't pay much attention to it, as Lucian always seemed to have that look on his face."What the hell took you so long?!" He blared at her."I believe I made good timi
"Nettle moss," Josiah spoke, slightly alarming Visenya in the process."Nettle moss?" She repeated, her voice filled with curiosity."It's an herb that I used to put them in a deep sleep," he explained. "Have to be careful though... too much can be deadly. I just thought they could use some rest.""
Visenya's mind spun with confusion, trying to make sense of Lucian's unexpected behavior. Could it be possible that he was actually showing a flicker of kindness towards her? It seemed almost inconceivable, considering she knew all too well that Lucian only cared about his own interests. But what co
Lucian woke up an hour later, famished from all the work he had done that morning, not to mention the little self-play he had just indulged in. When he entered the kitchen, Visenya was nowhere to be found, and none of the slaves knew her whereabouts, but Lucian had a hunch.The sound of the lavatory
A whirlwind of emotions stirred inside Visenya as she stood frozen at Lucian's door. Anger coursed through her veins, fueled by his brash demeanor towards her. At the same time, a deep sense of hurt gnawed at her self-esteem. Was she truly that off-putting? She had never considered herself unattract
"This is exactly what you need for a flavorful pot of stew," he explained. "Fill the pot halfway with water and add this concoction of spices. Then, add a pound of bison cuts, three sliced potatoes, one cup of diced squash, and two cups of sliced carrots. Let it boil for forty-five minutes, and I gu
"That's two nights in the hole!" Lucian's voice thundered.Visenya began openly sobbing at this point, and all of the slaves watched the scene completely bewildered."I didn't cook it, but I did provide my Queen with the spices and instructed her on how to prepare it," Josiah finally confessed. "My
Lucian may have been accurate in his assessment of Visenya. She really had spent all of her life pampered, with servants to dress, clean, cook, and tend to all of her wants and needs. She didn't know the first thing about scrubbing floors, washing linen, or kneading dough until her hands cramped up.
Visenya chuckles at her daughter’s fierce declaration. “Well, you certainly are your father’s daughter,” she says, her eyes sparkling with pride and love for the fiery little girl before her. As a large crimson dragon soars into view, Catalina gasps with excitement, pointing eagerly to the sky. “He
In the enchanted garden of the Lycan Kingdom, Synora flitted among the vibrant blooms like a playful sprite, her laughter ringing out like tinkling bells. Butterflies, drawn to the riot of colors, fluttered gracefully around her, adding to the serenity of the ethereal atmosphere. Nearby, Visenya’s
Their lips part, and Lucian leans his head against hers, feeling his manhood already beginning to stiffen again, eager for another round of fervent lovemaking.“That’s probably the servants your mother said she would send over,” Lucian remarks, his voice tinged with reluctance. “Perhaps we should in
As the first rays of the morning sun stream through the window of their bedchamber, Lucian and Visenya found themselves consumed by an insatiable hunger for each other. Entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pulsated with desire. Visenya throws her head back, her melodic moans filling the ai
“You must taste the bitterness of their suffering,” Visenya’s voice dripped with a chilling potency. “A torment you and your council ruthlessly unleashed upon them. Let it sear your conscience like a branding iron, let it etch into your soul the pain you inflicted upon the innocents. You will carry
“They did what needed to be done,” she retorts, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “To prevent you and the council from eradicating another species.”“The mages were evil,” he insists, conviction in his tone. “We couldn’t allow a unification ritual to take place. We couldn’t allow the
Mordecai stirred from his enforced slumber, his senses clouded by a disorienting haze. Clutching his head in agony, he fought to shake off the lingering effects of the gas that had kept him imprisoned. As he struggled to regain his bearings, his gaze fell upon Visenya, standing tall and resolute, a
“So, you’ve come to kill me? Go ahead! I’ve already lost everything that mattered to me in this world,” Mordecai’s voice resonates with bitter resignation.His adversary, her eyes ablaze with unyielding resolve, retorts with a cold fury, “Now you know how it feels. You’ve reveled in others’ sufferin
Caden’s pain was palpable, a raw, seething agony that tore through him, leaving behind a gaping void where his heart once beat. His cries of grief became a haunting melody to Mordecai’s ears, fueling the flames of his cruelty. Mordecai towered over him, casting a dark shadow of impending doom. Desp