Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“My King,” Vishen, Mendalyn, and the other female guards repeated.
I glanced around, seeing the rest of the military glance around before saluting me as well.
“Bring forth the prisoners,” I called.
The crowd hushed, eyes widening as they watched the armed women lead Thistlegreen and Carver into the space between them and us.
“You have been charged with treason for plotting to overthrow the throne,” I called, watching eyes widen and hearing some people start to whisper.
“Fortunately for you, there will be no dungeons and no work camps.”
The murmurs grew louder.
“But you will lose something today. Something you can gain back through hard work and loyalty.”
Tove stepped forward, holding two glass jars out, each with a label on it—one for each man’s chip of happiness.
I lifted my arms and commanded my powers.
For one horrifying moment, I thought they wouldn’t manifest. But then I felt the draw, the pull, and saw the men tense and cry out as the chip was carved off and traveled up.
There was a gasp from the crowd as the piece of their happiness appeared out of the men’s bodies, floated in the air, then flew toward me.
I wanted to look, to gauge their reactions, to decide if this would be enough to send everyone home and keep them in line while I made changes. But I didn’t dare look away from my task. The last thing I wanted was for shit to go sideways. So I focused until the swirling orbs were in each container and sealed.
“For now, I took the smallest amount possible. But if I get word that you are still plotting against me, I will take more. And that goes for anyone who plots against me,” I called, making my voice carry. “You will disperse now. You can return tomorrow for the reading of my first round of edicts.”
No one dragged their feet.
Not even the men who’d just had some of their soul torn away.
“These edicts,” Tove said, following me back into the palace.
“The dissolution of the work camps, first and foremost. I want titles and riches stripped from anyone who worked against me. I want another peace treaty drawn up with the Light. That should get us started. Right now, I am going to the throne room. Alone.”
No one argued with me on that, despite knowing how much work we had to do. They all knew how hard I’d been working for this moment, how much I’d been craving it for years.
So I made my way into the throne room, hearing the heavy doors close behind me, and exhaling hard, before walking up to the throne.
I’d tried to sit on it once when I was young. When my father saw me, he’d beaten me so badly I couldn’t get out of bed for weeks. I never tried again.
I reached out, running my hand over the ancient wood, feeling like something in my soul settled into place.
Sucking in a breath, I lowered down.
Worth it.
Every sleepless night. Every time I had to bite my tongue. Every horrific thing I was forced to witness.
It was all worth it to get here.
To get to the throne.
To have the power to make change.
The doors opened with a quiet groan.
When I looked up, I saw Serin making her way in, her look soft. My heart felt the same way looking at her.
I was going to get an order placed for a throne.
She’d earned the right to have a seat right beside me. She’d done more than anyone to get me on the throne.
“You look like you belong there,” she said as she approached.
“I wouldn’t be here without you.”
“I don’t believe that. You’re where you were always meant to be,” she said, lowering down to her feet in front of me.
Her hand went to her heart.
“My King.”
A rumble moved through me at that.
But it grew louder as her hands slid up my thighs, then across my lap.
I was rock-hard before she reached inside to free my cock, then stroked me.
“Take me in your mouth,” I demanded, voice tight with my desire. Because I’d had a lot of fantasies about sitting on the throne the first time. Somehow I never imagined getting sucked off while sitting on it. But now that the thought had formed, I couldn’t think of anything I needed more.
Serin’s eyes widened, then warmed, before she lowered down, opened her mouth, and took me in.
“That’s it,” I groaned, my hands going to the back of her neck. “Suck me as deep as you can. Yes, just like that. Don’t stop,” I demanded.
Serin was an enthusiastic student, gaining confidence with each gasp of breath, each groan of pleasure.
But when she moaned around my length, I grabbed her hair and pulled, because there was one thing that would be better than getting my cock sucked on the throne.
“Climb up here,” I demanded, patting my lap. “I want to fuck my queen on my throne.”