Herald of Steel

Attended hands and feet by three beautiful young ladies, Alexander found himself nearly losing himself in the comfortable massage.

His feet especially felt good, like it was being turned to jelly, and thus some of the blood indeed began to flow to all the ‘wrong’ places.

But then again, Alexander could hardly call himself a man if he remained totally unaffected in such a state.

Hence although a bit embarrassed at being called out for his excitement, he was not too greatly affected.

That however was not the case when Lady Anisha alluded to the prospect of letting Lady Inayah join them too. The image of the mature, curvy lady sitting on his lap quickly emerged into Alexander’s mind and,

“Hahaha, you girls are so bad! Teasing your mother. Hmmm… but then again… what say Lord Alexander? Would you let this old lady join you? Or is my ass too flabby for your liking?”

From the side, the black lady could not help but tease him with an amused chuckle, sending him an armous look.

It was such that Alexander was unable to quite distinguish if Lady Inayah was only joking or if there was a part that was truly serious. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

And it was that ambiguity that made Alexander’s imagination roar into life even more, his mind thinking how good it would feel if the heavy lady were to sandwitch his organ between her soft, huge globules and start grinding on it, as he held onto her willowy waste and buried his nose into that deep clevage, taking in that mature, musky scent.

“Hahaha, look, look, it is getting bigger. Hahaha, how cute,” The result of such imagination quickly revealed itself, something that Lady Ezaya was not shy of showing off to the entire room, teasingly pinching Alexander’s cheeks.

“Mother! Come! Come! Sit! Sit!” While encouraged by the sight, the most mischievous of the trio eagerly waved at Lady Inayah to take her throne. Anisha really wanted to share this boy with her mother.

And judging by the slightly contemplating look on the mature lady’s face, Lady Inayah seemed to be actually weighing the option.

She did not truly mind having a nibble of the fine specimen, especially when it had been so long.

The only thing holding her back was the fact that she was an elderly figure, so she had a certain reputation to hold, and that Alexander was not going anywhere, meaning she could enjoy him any other time.

“Well, if you girls are so eager…” In the end, temptation seemed to win the upper hand, and giving a slightly lustful smile, the lady was about to get up and give Alexander a ‘heavy’ present, when

*Knock*, *Knock*, *Knock*…

There were three crisp knocks on the heavy wooden door leading out of the room.

And upon being opened by the Queen Mother’s personal maid, it was revealed to the head maid of the palace, her auburn hair still tied in that immaculate bun.

“Your Highness,” The lady with sharp facial features foremost have a deep bow to the highest ranking noble here, although for some reason, Seelima did not seem to take even this act of great deference too well.

“What is it?” Hence her tone was extremely cold, chin lifted up to exude a great aura of arrogance.

However this hardly fazed the middle aged lady- she was used to interacting with the highest echelons of humanity for decades, and this type of address was more common than one might think.

She also knew the Queen Mother probably acted like this because she could guess why she was here. However regardless of her distaste over the message, the head maid took a small, concealed breath and simply chimed,

“His Majesty has decided to spend the night with Lady Parideh. He has asked me to bid you good night on his behalf.”

“…..” Instantly, it felt like a stun grenade had gone off in the room, as the Queen Mother’s lips collapsed from being just flat to almost a single point. Her eyes dimmed, and her breathing, although it looked as if it had remained regular, suddenly appeared to gain a fiery property.

And the reason for this extreme anger was not because Ptolomy had shunned her for another woman in bed. Being so heavily pregnant, the Queen Mother was not allowed to have physical relations anyway.

It was more so because before going to bed, she was supposed to meet him for some last minute pleasantries, or in her case, Ptolomy coming to see her.

But it seemed Lord Assazd’s youngest daughter had somehow managed to make the man shirk from talking this long walk.

‘The room is so far away. Stay with me. You met her already today, did you not? I did not get any time.. Wuuuhhh… wuhhhh.’

‘What are you going to say to her anyway? Goodnight? Just that single word? After walking so long? There is really no need. Let Anna do it.’

‘Come now, say ‘Ahh’ my master. Let me feed you these grapes. Father brought them fresh from our vineyards.’

In this way, the bubbly, cunning young girl confused her man, letting him mistake the greeting as having no real significance.

Whereas in reality, the Queen Mother was already bubbling against the boy for neglecting her over another girl. But still, she chose to bear with it, given she could not exactly relieve him.

However now he was even refusing to see her before bed…. all threatened to boil over.

“Excuse me! Have a good night, Your Highness!” The head maid was clever enough to detect that the timer in the bomb had been set off and she was not at all interested in being there when it went off.

So with a perfect yet suspiciously quick bow, the mature lady pivoted on her heels and was out of the room before anyone could even think to stop her.

Click,

Then as the Queen Mother’s maid once again locked the door, the trapped air seemed to suddenly freeze to such a nadir that even Alexander became cautious of breathing.

Seelima was like a caged beast, and this was not the time to address her.

Bang!

The outburst finally came in the form of the Queen Mother hurling her crystal globet against the stone wall, shattering it into a million pieces, and grinding her teeth with extreme rage.

That piece was worth almost its weight in gold, yet looking at Seelima’s soldering eyes, it was clear that its loss meant nothing.

In fact…

Bang!

She took another spare glass from the wine tray and this time, blinded by rage, hurled it such that it nearly grazed Alexander,

“Kyahh!” causing the usually reticent Lady Elia to duck and let out a cute scream. She was actually quite timid at heart, and looking at the enraged Queen Mother, her heart thumped with wild trepidation.

“…..” Following this great fiery outburst, the air in the room began to dip further and further below, with the only sound being Seelima’s wild, heavy breathing.

Nobody dared to disturb her, each only purring their lips their own way. Even Alexander’s massage stopped.

“This… is a problem.” Ultimately, the only man in the room decided to break the ice with this exasperated sigh, turning his head, “What do you intend to do about this Lady Inayah?”

‘Darn brat!’ And hearing this, the black lady’s face crumbled, almost cursing Alexander for suddenly putting her in such a spot.

If it were such an easy answer, they would have applied it already.

“Ptolomy… His Majesty has already promised us that he will confer the title after Seelima has given birth. We will be sure to hold him to that promise.” The lady finally chimed in with gritted teeth, although her own voice seemed to lack strength. Even she knew this was not the wisest move.

“And if it is not a boy?” The flaw in her argument was instantly exposed by Alexander.

The ebony had tried to glaze over it, but if the baby was a daughter, once could easily see Lord Assazd playing all kinds of tricks.

Sometimes, the difference between a prince a and princess was perhaps even greater than heaven and hell.

“We have two chances. As long as either Seelima or Hellma gives birth to one, we will be alright… ” But although Lady Inayah knew of the dangers, she insisted regardless, possibly because she was unable to think of a better alternative.

This did not sit well with Alexander, and so with a small frown, he mused,

“Hmmm… banking on the whims of fate…hoping it is a boy, not a girl…this is not wise. And even if it is a boy… that does not solve our core issue, does it? The matter of the Queen Mother’s maternal family. Who was it that initially brought this up? I am guessing Lord Assazd?”

Alexander sharply turned his head following the query, and spotted Lady Inayah giving a small, helpless nod, “Yes!”

“Did he also say something like the Queen Mother had given birth to a daughter before, so His Majesty should keep a second girl just in case?”

“…..” The helpless smile in Lady Inayah here turned a lot more sardonic, musing, “I am beginning to think you were lying when you say you have no spies in the court, brat!”

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