In an underground, desolate chamber within the estate of House Valthorne, Zaja sat with Hillary on his lap. The next moment, her eyes regained their light and she reeled back, stumbling as she tried to put as much distance between Zaja and her as she could.
Her back hit a wall, and Zaja appeared at her left, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"No need to run baby, I don't bite. The word of our little adventure have already gone through the walls of the royal palace. Everyone knows you fell so hard for my erotism and you just couldn't help yourself from jumping on me all night. It literally made national news, so much so that your Queen Mother is insistent that we get married."
"She even gave me the freedom to pick the terms of our marriage, don't you think she is such a kind and wonderful Queen Mother…" Zaja whispered in Hillary's ear, pulling the Kings hussy towards his chest, and getting a feel of her bountiful breasts on his chest.
