~ One Month Later
The days passed.
The palace settled into a rhythm. Not the rhythm of a court. Not the rhythm of a bureaucracy. The rhythm of a man who had taken everything and who was now enjoying it.
The throne room became his lair.
The stone throne — the one with the gold veins — was the center. Around it, on cushions, on furs, on silk — the women. Twelve women. Then thirteen. Then more. Each one brought by the queen. Each one found by Vivian. Each one recruited from across the kingdom.
Women with abilities.
A girl who could talk to plants. Her name was Lira. She was young. Eighteen. Her body was slim. Her hair was green. Her skin was brown. Her pussy was tight. Her ability — the communion with flora — was listed in the system when Raven took her virginity.
A woman who could use telepathy. Her name was Sera. She was older. Twenty-five. Her body was curvy. Her breasts were large. Her pussy was wet. Her ability — the mind-to-mind communication — was listed.
