"King of kings, he whose sword strikes the gods, full of cosmic power. Your heart, however, is empty like a golden cup without wine. You have conquered empires but your heart remains a prisoner of chains golden like the sun whose destructive magic you possess. A woman with golden hair and blue eyes like a cloudless sky, strong as the flower that manages to grow in stone will break your chains. She will conquer you, not by the domination of the sword, but by the power of that sentiment which you persist in denying. Look forward to the day of your meeting, Gil de Fiore, it would not be too long "
Sherkan, one of the faithful generals of the king of kings, finished his recitation. He raised his head to analyze the expression on his sovereign's face.
Gil de Fiore had an indecipherable expression on his face, his eyes betrayed no particular emotion. There he was, imposing on his majestic throne, his eyes staring into space.
Suddenly....
"haha... Ha.. Hahaha!!"
Gil of Fiore burst into a thunderous laugh that echoed through the huge throne room. He laughed out loud as if he had just listened to a joke from his jester and not a prophecy.
"This is very interesting! I must admit that I did not expect such a prediction from this senile old woman" he sneered as he got up to go to one of the huge windows.
"You make me laugh a lot. Fall in love, me?" he laughed, crossing his powerful arms over his bare chest.
"The teller is the one who guided your father and your father's father. Her predictions have never been questioned," Sherkan said impersonally, his eyes fixed on the god-king.
"You think I don't know? That's exactly why it makes me laugh... I sent three blondes with blue eyes to seventh heaven a few hours ago. Surely one of them is that woman in the prophecy, who knows?" he said with a smirk.
Sherkan sighed.
"I'll keep this prophecy in the back of my mind, I hope the woman described by the old owl is worthy of my gaze," he said with a much more serious expression as he stared at his general.
"Only time will tell... If this woman described in the prophecy will conquer your heart... Then she must be as powerful as you, King Gil of fiore," said Sherkan solemnly. The silence that followed was almost religious, Sherkan remained bowed, his head bowed as the world's tallest king gazed at his city of gold with a hint of melancholy.
.......
To the west of the arid desert of the kingdom of Catharade , a small kingdom stood in an oasis surrounded by a thick wall.
Sidonia has been a colony of Catharade for centuries, the kings and queens who had ruled this land for centuries had tried to fight Catharadian domination, but it had always been a wasted effort.
In Catharad, Sidonia means "Submissive" or "dominated". A humiliating name...
The kingdom of Sidonia provided water, salt and fruit in astronomical quantities to the metropolis of Catharade.
The Sidonians were a docile people, frightened by the overwhelming power of Catharade and his king Gil of Fiore.
....
In Sidonia's palace, a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes was going to the kitchen, her bare feet trotting down the corridor of polished black stone. She was dressed in a dirty white little dress that fitted a small but toned body.
Her small breasts bounced with each step, her nipples pointing with a gentle firmness. Her thighs were shapely, strong and full, creamy and her buttocks were beautiful, round and full, which made you want to squeeze with possessiveness.
She was gorgeous, a delicate beauty like a rose petal, and slightly short blonde hair. Her bright smile followed her as she walked until she entered the royal kitchen.
There was only one of the guards at the palace gate who looked at her with a lustful smile and eyes filled with unhealthy desire.
"Hello Lem..." began the guard as he approached the 23-year-old woman.
"Ah! Hello Mr. Guard! It's early, did you come for a bite to eat? I'm going to prepare Lomi's meal! You have a super hard job! I hope you're resting!" she smiled as she couldn't stop talking , true to her reputation as a talkative and eccentric servant.
The guard rolled his eyes, He would have liked to silence her by using that little mouth for a much more pleasant use.
Lem quickly prepared a very simple but nutritious breakfast. Pancakes with date and corn flour, fresh fruit, orange juice in a silver cup. She put it all in a tray.
"Have a good day, sir!" smiled Lem as she tried to get out, but the man blocked her way.
"Uh... Sir?" the young maid asked, stepping back as the man pushed her against the wall.
"At least wait for me to put down the tray! I don't want lomi's breakfast to end up on the floor and also..."
"I think you talk way too much, my beauty, your mouth will be more useful around my cock" said the man in a deep and perverse voice that deeply disgusted Lem.
The man squeezed her big thighs with a lustful smile but the young woman glared at him, a murderous look.
"Don't look at me like that darling, you're going to like it" he says with an increasingly annoying smile.
This man was really stupid to try his hand at the royal kitchen, where anyone could enter!
He tried to slide his hand between the creamy thighs but he surely didn't expect to receive a punch that shattered his nose!
"Ahhhh!!" The guard yelled as the royal
servant grabbed his arm with prodigious force, throwing him against the wall that cracked.
PAAAAFFFF!
THUDDDD!!
The man even stared wide-eyed in disbelief as Lem was on top of him with a cute smirk.
"Now I say goodbye to you my friend! You will live in shame for having been crushed by a woman!" Lem smiled, clenching her fist with fierce determination.
She retrieved her tray and trotted towards Princess Lomi's room, leaving a palace guard with a smashed nose and a broken back.
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