The imperial palace echoed with the sounds of rage. Rifael sat slouched in his gilded chair, a half-empty glass of wine trembling in his hand. He brought it to his lips with an angry bite, shouting curses that bounced off the cold marble walls.
"Ahhhh… that bastard! How dare he insult me! One day… one day I will carve his head off myself and hang it for all to see! That family killer… my Ariel is with him now… Yes! I will bring Ariel back. No one else can protect her. Only I can… Why doesn't he die peacefully? Ahhh!"
Rifael's fury escalated. With a roar, he grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it across the room. The chair slammed against the door with a thunderous thud.
"Your Highness… please, calm yourself," came William's measured voice. He stepped forward cautiously, hands clasped. "Listen to me… there's a way to turn this… to your advantage."
Rifael glared, wine spilling from his glass. "What do you mean by 'advantage,' you lowly dog? That head… it served no purpose! Tell me, William… why couldn't I defeat that slavish Maximillian?"
"Your Highness, just hear me out," William replied smoothly. "If my plan succeeds, your reputation in the eyes of the King will rise higher than ever before."
Rifael's laughter burst forth like wildfire. "Hah… hahahaha! William… you are a genius! From where do you conjure such schemes? If I follow this, I can sway that old man… my father… that useless Growel! If he could walk, I would have killed him already and claimed the throne. But now… now it is mine!" He threw his head back, laughter echoing through the hall.
"Do not worry, Your Highness. I will handle everything from here," William said quietly, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of something dangerous shimmered in his eyes.
Rifael waved his hands, demanding attention. "Maids! Where are all the bitches gone?"
A young servant entered, bowing quickly. "Your Highness… forgive me…"
"You whore! If you do not answer my call next time, I will tear you apart and scatter the pieces before your children!"
"I-I will not make such a mistake again, Your Highness," the maid stammered, trembling.
"Humph," Rifael muttered, his anger simmering. "Punishment is required. Strip and stand facing the wall!"
The maid obeyed, shivering as she did so. William watched, his expression unreadable, though there was a tension about him, a sense that his thoughts were far from ordinary loyalty.
"I want to reward you for your brilliant idea," Rifael said suddenly, his attention snapping back to William.
"You need not, Your Highness," William replied carefully. "You cannot give me what I truly desire."
Rifael laughed, a short, sharp bark of sound. "What do you mean? I am the next emperor! I can give you anything: gold, lands, power, even command over the army. What is it you want?"
William's voice dropped, cautious but resolute. "Your Highness… I want your seventh wife. Only that."
Rifael's brow furrowed in brief confusion before amusement spread across his face. "You were frightened for something so small?"
"Your Highness, I am your loyal dog, but I am also a man," William said, his tone eerily calm. "I cannot accept… used things. Give me a girl untouched, one for which your ego is not involved."
Rifael smirked. "Very well… if she ever crosses my path, I may test her limits myself. But for you, William, she is yours."
The doors opened, and all seven princesses were ushered in. The youngest, Lily, paled visibly. Her eyes were wide, lips pressed tight, and her hands trembled slightly. William's gaze lingered on her, sharp and calculating, his presence commanding the room with a strange tension. Though no words were spoken, the atmosphere made Lily shrink inwards, as if instinctively sensing the danger behind his calm exterior.
"Observe, William," Rifael said with a mocking grin, turning toward the group. "This is your new prize… untouched and ready. You may take her when you wish."
William stepped closer, his face expressionless, yet there was something in his stance—a quiet, unsettling intensity that made Lily's stomach twist. She remained pale, her fear evident, but William's attention was almost hypnotic, unreadable. His hand barely brushed hers, yet the touch sent a shiver through the room.
"From now on, she is yours," Rifael said, stepping back with a satisfied smile. "Do not disappoint me."
William inclined his head slightly, giving her a small, cryptic smile. "You will not see her again, Your Highness. I will ensure she remains safe… in my way."
Rifael laughed again, a low, dangerous sound, and turned to the remaining six princesses. His voice was sharp and cruel. "Strip! All of you! You think you are princesses… no. You exist only for my whims!"
Tears welled in their eyes, but they obeyed. Rifael watched them with a twisted sense of amusement, a predator relishing control over prey. Soldiers, uneasy, assisted in dressing them, trying to restore some dignity, but the air was heavy with shame and fear.
Throughout it all, William's presence remained constant. His eyes followed every movement, his expression calm but intense, full of a dark curiosity that none could read. Even Rifael, wild and furious, seemed unaware of the subtle power William held in the room. It was a quiet threat, the kind that lingered in the mind longer than any shout or blow.
"You six… remember your place," Rifael spat, tossing the last of his clothes aside. "One day, you will understand why obedience is survival."
As the princesses were ushered out, soldiers' eyes flicked to William. There was something about him, something they could not name, but his quiet control was more terrifying than Rifael's rage. Lily followed, still pale, still trembling. William's hand barely touched hers again, a reminder that though she was under his protection, his motives were his own, and his loyalty was not entirely clear.
Rifael sank into his chair again, laughter echoing through the room. "Hahaha… everything is falling into place. Soon, the throne will be mine, and no one will stand in my way!"
But William remained by the door, his shadow stretching long across the marble floor. There was a sense of mystery about him—of schemes hidden in silence, of danger beneath calm words. Rifael's fury was loud, but William's presence was louder in the quiet of the palace, hinting at threats yet to come.
Lily's pale face reflected more than fear; it reflected the uncertainty of who truly held power in the room. And as the doors closed behind the princesses, the tension lingered, thick and suffocating, leaving a single thought in the minds of all who had witnessed the scene: William was not a man to trust, but a force none could ignore.
Everyone leaves but all six princess remain in the room. Rifael grabbed second princess and kissed her while biting her lips.
Ahh..prince please no.
You all whores come here and grabe my dick and suck it.
All princesses in fear close towards him. Third princess start sucking his dick.fourth princess kiss him on lips and all princesses give him pleasure.
He assault them all. Beat them after wild sex. They are affraid of death there is no way they could free from him.