Chapter 12
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"Did you hear?" one guard muttered to another while standing outside the king's chambers.
"The queen, the crown prince, and the princess are coming back today. They went to visit King Alaric, the queen's father."
The second guard glanced around before leaning closer.
"Good.
Means the princess will be home soon.
That little w***e f***s anything with a c**k.
Last time she dragged three of us into her chambers and made us take turns on her while she screamed."
A third guard joined them, smirking. "She does more than that.
Sometimes she lines up guards and slaves and orders them to f**k each other while she sits there rubbing her p***y and watching.
Gets off on the control.
I heard she made two girls eat each other out until they cried, then had us finish inside them."
"Think she'll pick us when she arrives?" the first guard asked, already half-hard at the thought.
"If we're lucky," the second replied.
"She throws herself at Commander Vaelith every chance she gets.
Saw her last month grab his arm and press her t**s against him right in the courtyard.
He pushed her off, but she just laughed and told him she'd have him eventually."
The guards continued whispering, their c***s twitching at the memories and the promise of the princess Lyanna's return
The slaves kept their heads down as the carriage wheels crunched over gravel, but their whispers grew bolder once the royal family was inside the castle walls.
"Some of the guards are shaking already," one muttered.
"They say Princess Lyanna is back and that means trouble."
Another leaned in.
"One guard confessed that there once was a guard that got summoned to her chambers once.
Walked in and found her stretched out naked on the bed, legs spread.
Said her body was perfect—full t**s, tight waist, smooth skin—but she looked at him like he was nothing.
He tried to f**k her and she just lay there bored.
Her cunt was so deep he felt like he was barely touching anything.
She shoved him off, called him useless, and had him castrated the next morning."
The first slave swallowed hard. "f**k. She really does whatever she wants."
The other guard replied and said that's why she is after Commander Vaelith, she know the man's d**k can fill her deep cunt.
Inside the castle, the royal carriage had stopped.
Queen Seraphina stepped out first, followed by Crown Prince Aldric, who looked uncomfortable even in his fine clothes.
Princess Lyanna came last, her eyes already scanning the courtyard for any sign of Commander Vaelith.
She spotted him near the barracks and immediately changed direction, striding straight toward him with a hungry smile.
"Vaelith," she called, voice sweet but sharp. "Missed me?
I thought about you the whole ride back."
She pressed close without waiting for an answer, her breasts pushing against his armored chest as her hand slid down to cup his crotch through his pants.
"I want you in my chambers tonight," she whispered. "No excuses this time."
Aldric watched from a distance, jaw tight.
He hated how his father ruled, hated the slaves, hated the casual cruelty.
But he said nothing as his sister groped the commander in full view of everyone.
Queen Seraphina simply sighed and walked inside, already giving orders to the servants.
The guards who had been whispering earlier kept their distance, but their c***s were already stirring at the thought of what the princess might demand once the sun went down.
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