The political ripples began before I even left the meeting chamber.
By the time I reached Justin’s room, my wristband was already flooding with alerts. Three lesser territories had publicly questioned Justin’s fitness to rule. Two neutral Council members had requested private audiences with me. And Lord Darius Kane had already sent a single encrypted message:
“The offer stands. Choose wisely, Queen of Ruin. The throne is closer than you think.”
I sealed the door behind me and let the silence wrap around us.
Justin looked wrecked.
Hours of forced listening to my meeting with Kane had broken something deeper in him. His body trembled under the restricted recovery protocol. Sweat slicked his golden skin. His c**k stood painfully hard, flushed dark red and leaking in thick, continuous str
