I'm the King Of Technology

Tilda ringed her fingers, imagining that she was strangling both Alexander and her grandfather to death. 

She hated killing, but at times she did have evil thoughts such as these.

Paula sighed, bowing her head deeply. "Sirs, I will serve Princess Tilda well!"

"Good... Now hop to it and get the princess's food. If you are late by even a breath, 20 planks for you!"

"Yes!" Paula replied, dragging her limping body around obediently. As for whether she would be able to find her way around, how was it their business?

If someone gave her wrong directions, or if she managed to reduce late, then she would still have to take the punishments long-planned for her. 

The guards all laughed at her misfortune, with some secretly planning to rape her during her time here. 

Word on the street from their superiors was that the woman would die anyway. So why not enjoy a little bit of her sweet body before then?

She was 47 but looked very attractive, even after all her sufferings.

This was normal for women in these times. The high metabolism they built with all the heavy walking and other activities kept them in great shape. A majority could eat a lot but still do the same.

Their bodies had long been used to fasting, with some eating only a single meal every 2 days. As for nobles, though they are every day, they had rules to maintain their figure, like taking strolls around the estates after meals, or practicing and perfecting their dance, and doing other acts too.

Their faces were right with hardly any loose skin, which could make many modern people cry with envy. 

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Of course, overworking one's body was detrimental, leading to 3/10th of the population dying before 25. 

They died looking extremely young and beautiful, with a good chunk of those surviving in this category being nobles.

That said, this was the case when it came to overworking oneself. After all, this wasn't the only cause of death in these times.

Diseases alone room up another large percentage, causing many to die before 25. 

War, battle, schemes and fights were other reasons.

Overall, people had a 70% possibility of dying when everything got put together. 

Paula was already fortunate to make it to 47 as a grandmother. 

And it was because of her rocking body that these guards still felt very tempted by her.

Yes!

Even the 'old' maids in the palace still tempted them. Everyone was fit, with the only difference being more or less how beautiful or ugly they were. 

No doubt about it, Paula was the most beautiful elderly maid to grace the palace since many began working here. So who wouldn't want a piece of the pie?

Mother, they also wanted to know how it felt to sleep with a noble. 

Damn! It should be mind-blowing, right?

Because noblewomen were freer than ordinary women, they did learn how to please their husbands. So they should be more skilled and exciting to touch, no?

Their only fear was analyzing whether his majesty or Paula's husband would mind or not... Though many thought they wouldn't since he dared to place her here. 

It's said that even Alexander had planned to taste her before killing her too. 

This was true.

On the eve of Tilda's wedding, Paula was to grace Alexander's bed for the ultimate disgrace!

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The guards stared at Paula's disappearing silhouette with lustful looks before returning their attention to Tilda.

"One last thing, princess... His Majesty had informed me to tell you that you are to get dressed and prepared for a special evening."

Tilda froze, trembling even more from uncertainty. "What special evening?"

What has he planned this time?!!

The guard chuckled, seeing her desperate look. "Princess, I'm not obliged to answer that. However, because I'm in a good mood, I don't mind giving you a little hint. Process, it appears that your groom is arriving tonight!"

That monster?

Tilda crumbled in horror, remembering their last interaction not too long ago. 

The last time he captured her, he took advantage of her, doing something unspeakable!

Thankfully, he never went too far because of her status as Alexander's daughter.

Only after marriage could he go all the way.

But to her who had already witnessed his strength, the terror in her eyes was evident.

He was coming! He was coming!

What should she do?

Tilda's eyes began dancing maniacally as her mind quickly went blank in a daze.

As for the guards teaching, they all grinned, enjoying the show to the fullest.

Of course, they were also to take note of things to report to his majesty truthfully.

His Majesty Alexander seemed to like listening about Tilda's breakdowns.

"Princess, later during the day, a few special maids will arrive only to do your hair and makeup, to give you a presentable look. They will also arrive with the attire his majesty had personally bought for you." The guard said.

And just before stepping out of the room, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and gave Tilda a deadly stare. "One last thing, princess... His Majesty has ordered that you don't play any tricks to get out of this if you still want your dear, sweet grandmother to live for another day!"

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~Plop!

Tilda fell to her knees, gripping the wooden floor beneath her death hard. 

For her nana, she had to survive!

As for the weird dreams they typically had of herself being Queen of Dafaren, she had finally given up on them.

Reality had slapped her face brutally. And now she knew that dreams were dreams.

They could never be something else.

With that, Tilda wiped her tears away, looking like a lifeless doll. 

What's the use of putting up a fight anymore?

Her fate was set in stone, and no one could rescue or change it.

However, what Tilda didn't know was that her fate was indeed set in stone... but not the way she thought.

Far away, her rescuers were already on the move.

Yes. Her fate would never change because she was the one true future ruler of Dafaren!