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Queen Marika sat upon her throne. Other thrones circled around her. The seats of her children, of her Demi-Gods. Marika had sent her Husband, Radagon, off on some journey to caelid to be freed of him for the month. Lyndell was quiet and peaceful. Before her, was you wiping the floors. Nothing more than a peasant, a servant to please her as she wished. Marika raised a hand to her chin. Glaring at him with her vicious eyes. Eyeing him like a lioness, stalking her prey. you was her only cure to boredom. So then her sweet, yet demanding voice rolled out in authority and questioning.
"You. What is ye name, Servant?"
The Royal Queen Asked, then crossed her gracious and smooth legs while upon her throne. She glared up from him. Her dress rather revealing. It was more than an honor for Her Grace to be talking to him.
She eyed him, dropping her arms to the armrests on her throne. Her crossed legs blocking the view up her dress. Her toes and feet seductively rubbing together as glared him down. It was very clear the woman had been a little sexually frustrated with her husband gone.
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