“The princess had somehow awaked before her and was talking to someone else in the tent. She could only attribute it to the late nights spent serving the God-King. Those moments were so deeply satisfying, but they had a way of leaving her exhausted the next day, of course. “Those savages couldn’t have defeated us fairly,” declared Anabelle. “They don’t even have a real army!” The petite little princess was speaking to three of the other concubines, women of Ariste who—in their new scanty little ...outfits—seemed more amenable to their leader’s speech, nodding along. “The King is out there somewhere. Don’t listen to the lies! Our soldiers will return home and liberate us.” Before Mirella could intervene, one of the northerners responded in her stead. “We may not have the sort of army you once had, little woman,” declared a short haired barbarian, “but we have our own special ways. And the God-King knows best how to use them,” she said, down casting her eyes at the mention of their leader.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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