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And he’s never spilled seed inside you before?”
She shook her head.
More Rix-sorcery.
I took my head and put it in between my hands, elbows on the table. I really was in Draugulos. I must have dishonored myself somehow. I started laughing harshly. “They’re not real.”
The girl looked from me to her servant. “What are you saying?”
“They’re not real! None of this is!” I stood, throwing the table across the room, foodstuffs sloshing onto the ground. “You, thing, come with me.” I grabbed hold of the servant girl’s waist and hauled her aloft. “I don’t know what kind of demon puppet you are, but I intend to find out.”
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This wasn’t how I thought things would go at all.
“Stop that! Come back here at once!” I shouted at my King – and he completely ignored me.
No one had ever done that before.
I stood still for a second, befuddled, and then chased after him so quickly my seat tipped back and fell over. “What are you going to do with her? Where are you going?” He’d slung Beza over one shoulder, her hair dragging along the ground behind her like a trail of blood.
“If what you say is true, I have twenty-thousand years to catch up on. I’ll be starting with her. And if I am in Draugulos, my actions have no consequence, for I am already doomed.”
I ran around to stand in front of him. “You are my King! I demand you act like one!”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve never met a King before. How ought I to act?”
And my children’s tales betrayed me. “I – I – I don’t know.”
Zaan sidestepped me and kept walking, and stopped when we reached a chamber with a wide couch. He threw Beza down on it and she bounced on the cushions.
“She’s not real. None of this is real.”
“She is too real. You are – aren’t you Beza?”
Beza looked up at me. “I am real, my Queen,” she answered, without any fear in her voice.
If I were in Beza’s position, I would be horrified. A gnawing fear started in my stomach and I put my hands there, wiping Zaan’s seed off on my dress. If he was right – what did that mean for me? For everything I ever knew?
Zaan stood in front of her, unbuckling his armor. He pulled his chest piece off, and took off the robe beneath it, revealing a broad, muscular, scar-covered back.
Who had ever whipped a King? I put my hand to my mouth to hold back a gasp – and then ran around to put myself in front of Beza. “I don’t care. She’s real to me. I won’t let you hurt her.”
He set his folded robe on the ground near his armor and then looked at me, his braid trailing over one shoulder now.
“I thought you would be different. The stories say we’re King and Queen of Aranda and we live happily ever after.”
He snorted in disgust. “Are all the books you read child’s tales?”
“No.” I quickly shook my head. Some of the books Yzin had been bringing me lately were quite grim – though not as frightening as unleashing my own angry Zaibann. “But the ones that ones that mention you and me are,” I said. “So I’m sorry that I don’t know how you ought to be – but I know that you shouldn’t do this.”
He stood in front of me, breathing deeply. Zaan was everything I thought he’d be from reading the book, but a hundred times more frightening than I could have ever fathomed. He looked down at Beza again, still prone on the couch where he’d dropped her – she hadn’t even tried to run away.
“She’s not real. I don’t smell any blood in her.”
“Neither do I!” I agreed, even though I didn’t know what blood smelled like. “But her dark place drips honey, same as mine –“
“Dark place?” he said, eyebrows rising, eyes focusing in on me.
“Be-between her legs. Her pussy.” I used the word that he’d used for it earlier.
“You’ve tasted your own slave?” he asked, his lips quirking up.
I nodded hesitantly.
“But this is the only one you have, right?”
I nodded again, wondering how he knew, as he
She shook her head.
More Rix-sorcery.
I took my head and put it in between my hands, elbows on the table. I really was in Draugulos. I must have dishonored myself somehow. I started laughing harshly. “They’re not real.”
The girl looked from me to her servant. “What are you saying?”
“They’re not real! None of this is!” I stood, throwing the table across the room, foodstuffs sloshing onto the ground. “You, thing, come with me.” I grabbed hold of the servant girl’s waist and hauled her aloft. “I don’t know what kind of demon puppet you are, but I intend to find out.”
#
This wasn’t how I thought things would go at all.
“Stop that! Come back here at once!” I shouted at my King – and he completely ignored me.
No one had ever done that before.
I stood still for a second, befuddled, and then chased after him so quickly my seat tipped back and fell over. “What are you going to do with her? Where are you going?” He’d slung Beza over one shoulder, her hair dragging along the ground behind her like a trail of blood.
“If what you say is true, I have twenty-thousand years to catch up on. I’ll be starting with her. And if I am in Draugulos, my actions have no consequence, for I am already doomed.”
I ran around to stand in front of him. “You are my King! I demand you act like one!”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve never met a King before. How ought I to act?”
And my children’s tales betrayed me. “I – I – I don’t know.”
Zaan sidestepped me and kept walking, and stopped when we reached a chamber with a wide couch. He threw Beza down on it and she bounced on the cushions.
“She’s not real. None of this is real.”
“She is too real. You are – aren’t you Beza?”
Beza looked up at me. “I am real, my Queen,” she answered, without any fear in her voice.
If I were in Beza’s position, I would be horrified. A gnawing fear started in my stomach and I put my hands there, wiping Zaan’s seed off on my dress. If he was right – what did that mean for me? For everything I ever knew?
Zaan stood in front of her, unbuckling his armor. He pulled his chest piece off, and took off the robe beneath it, revealing a broad, muscular, scar-covered back.
Who had ever whipped a King? I put my hand to my mouth to hold back a gasp – and then ran around to put myself in front of Beza. “I don’t care. She’s real to me. I won’t let you hurt her.”
He set his folded robe on the ground near his armor and then looked at me, his braid trailing over one shoulder now.
“I thought you would be different. The stories say we’re King and Queen of Aranda and we live happily ever after.”
He snorted in disgust. “Are all the books you read child’s tales?”
“No.” I quickly shook my head. Some of the books Yzin had been bringing me lately were quite grim – though not as frightening as unleashing my own angry Zaibann. “But the ones that ones that mention you and me are,” I said. “So I’m sorry that I don’t know how you ought to be – but I know that you shouldn’t do this.”
He stood in front of me, breathing deeply. Zaan was everything I thought he’d be from reading the book, but a hundred times more frightening than I could have ever fathomed. He looked down at Beza again, still prone on the couch where he’d dropped her – she hadn’t even tried to run away.
“She’s not real. I don’t smell any blood in her.”
“Neither do I!” I agreed, even though I didn’t know what blood smelled like. “But her dark place drips honey, same as mine –“
“Dark place?” he said, eyebrows rising, eyes focusing in on me.
“Be-between her legs. Her pussy.” I used the word that he’d used for it earlier.
“You’ve tasted your own slave?” he asked, his lips quirking up.
I nodded hesitantly.
“But this is the only one you have, right?”
I nodded again, wondering how he knew, as he
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