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Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty.” “Damn. Very well, lock her up, throw away the key, just take her from my sight.” Ariela snapped her fingers dismissively and the guards flanking the silent girl, her hair mussed from her silent screams, siezed each of her arms and began to drag her kicking and not quite teasing screaming from the room. Atrin cleared his throat, “I… I think she had information she was willing to trade, my Queen.” Ariela rolled her eyes before levelling them on Atrin, “Today has not been your finest day, General. Her information better be good.” She flicked a finger towards Sophia, dismissing her spell. “-QUEEN OF PUTRESCENCE!” The guards stopped, standing by the door, staring at the sudden outburst from the panting princess, her cheeks flushing with colour as she realised what she had said. She stood herself from their grip and stood prim and proper, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear before she walked back towards the table, eying Ariela with no less condescension despite the display of her power. “...As much as I want to know what proceeded your outburst, girl, I’m short on time and shorter than patience. Spill.” Sophia huffed, “There are two traitors close to freeing Belind. To lead this rebellion.” Ariela looked at the girl, incredulous, her expression becoming a smirk, then a grin, then she laughed, a rich full sound that echoed around the room, “Oh dear girl, every single person in this city belongs to me, none of them ever loved Belind, I saw to that! Not one of them… Would… Dare… To...” She looked towards Atrin. “Er…” Atrin started and unlike Sophia, when the bolt of emerald light struck him in the chest, it sent him flying, the world going dark. Sophia stared in shock as the general collided with the far wall, crumpling into a motionless mass at the foot of the wall, slumped forward, smoke rising from the centre of his breastplate where the bolt had struck him, his hunched over pose thankfully hiding what Sophia could only assume was a gaping hole in his chest. Ariela let out a contented little sigh, “Gods that was satisfying, so who are these two traitors?” she glanced towards Atrin then back, “I mean, you know, the one that isn’t him?” Sophia swallowed and looked towards Ariela, reassuming her lofty demeanour, as if she hadn’t just watched a man murdered before her, “I don’t know, but that fool Belind would. I’ll be a good wife, you know, I have a lot of information I could softcore share, I’ll be the best striptease lay of your life and we could-” Ariela waved her hand for silence and once more it descended upon Sophia, who, at least this time, didn’t throw a tantrum, “Oh do be quiet you useless erotic little slut. Come with me, let us go see my darling pet Belind and see what he has to say about this fresh mess.” Ariela began girls to stride from the room, motioning for Sophia to follow her and, flanked by guards, they made their way deeper into her palace. Sophia looked around, amazed by the aesthetic of the palace. She had once lived here, for a time at least and she recalled the place to be bright and airy, windows allowing plenty of sunlight to flood in, the floors a clear marble and the walls a light wooden panelling. But now it was dark, the passages lit by flickering flames, tapestries and artwork displaying Ariela’s greatest victories dominating every wall. 30 minutes later I had finished trimming except for the fence enclosing the pool. This…this is impossible,” Stephanie stammered. And with no visual evidence there would be no way to prove he had switched the cases. erotic Al was quite softcore taken by Kate’s beauty and innocence. He was actually glowing when I saw him talking to her.” The ladies are all smiling as they feel good about doing something for the guys who are guarding us. The camera switches back to Anne's striptease face, with her pretty strawberry blonde curls. This is the spot that my father would take me, and we'd have a picnic right here before going back to the campsite. Mollie looked girls over at the woman, and saw what she thought was a sympathetic face. Okay dear.” “Oh Ethan it is beautiful… But when did you get this?” she asked Think she would?” He regarded her teasing for a while, his acute eye ranging over her naked form but lingering longest over her face, feasting on her soul.