SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Three days has passed since Kent was imprisoned in the royal prison. Not a single person from outside world saw him during these three days.

The people of the Seventh Realm were in a state of confusion and anticipation, waiting for some sign, some clue as to what was happening behind the thick stone walls of the prison. The silence making more rumors.

Princess Sony of the Stick family had exhausted all her resources and influence, but even she was denied entrance to see Kent.

Kings, high-ranking nobles, and members of the powerful Frost family had also been turned away. No one was allowed access. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

The security around the royal prison was impenetrable, reinforced by elite soldiers from the Forbidden Army. Their presence made it clear that no one would dare approach the prison without permission.

In the capital, People were gathering in the streets, waiting for news, wondering what fate awaited Kent. The royal family had not held a single court session since Kent's arrest.

There had been no public declarations, no statements, and no justice calls. Rumors flew wild. Some said Kent was being tortured inside the prison, others claimed he had already been executed in secret. But no one knew the truth.

Everyone was waiting for one thing—the return of Emperor Ryon Lionheart. It was widely believed that the Emperor would arrive any day to personally oversee the investigation into Kent's alleged crime—the murder of King Doom of the Doom Nation. Until then, all could do was speculate.

To add to the mystery, King Goom Doom, the new ruler of the Doom Nation, had been strangely silent. He had made no public demands for justice, no proclamations about his father's death or his sister's murder.

Instead, Goom Doom seemed entirely focused on stabilizing his nation's financial situation and securing his own rule. His silence only fueled the confusion surrounding Kent's imprisonment.

The King of Frost nation, Ragnar was still waiting at ancestral hall for meeting his father, Drona Lionheart. But the eagle which went in search of Drona, didn't come back in these three days.

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Midnight… Two moons were shining brightly in the sky…

The royal capital was quiet, its citizens fast asleep, except for those in the royal prison. The guards were on high alert, knowing the Emperor was expected to arrive the next day.

Inside the prison, the torture of Kent continued. The guards, brutal in their methods, but still failed to find a good method to torture Kent and make him cry like a baby.

However, there was one other person wide awake in the capital that night—Queen Soya.

In the dark, lavish chambers of the palace, Queen Soya was in a pitiful state. Her once elegant appearance had withered into something wild and desperate.

Her long hair, normally styled with meticulous care, was now disheveled, tangled like a bird's nest. Her expensive silk clothes were torn and tattered, hanging loosely from her body.

Shattered pieces of valuable ornaments lay scattered across the floor, remnants of the queen's earlier fits of frustration.

She sat on the edge of her grand bed, hugging her knees tightly as she rocked back and forth.

Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of madness and desire, stared blankly ahead, lost in the torment of her own mind. For the past two days, no maid or servant had been allowed inside her chambers. She had shut herself off from the world, consumed by a single, burning obsession—Kent.

Her thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of lust, pleasure, and hallucinations. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Kent—his strong, defiant face, his body that she longed to touch, to possess.

She could practically feel his warmth beside her, his hands on her skin, his lips on hers, thighs entangles around his waist while his manhood pierce her pink cave. The fantasies were relentless, flooding her mind, refusing to let her rest.

"This… this can't go on," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with desperation. "I'll go mad if this continues."

She had tried to resist. She had tried to suppress her desires, but it was useless. Every time she tried to push the thoughts of Kent away, they came back stronger, more vivid. She was losing control, and she knew it.

"I need him," she muttered, her voice rising in intensity. "I need to have him."

Her fingers gripped the silk sheets of her bed, her knuckles turning white. She couldn't take it anymore. The hallucinations, the cravings, the unbearable longing—they were driving her to the edge. If this continued for another day, she feared she would completely lose her sanity.

With a sudden burst of determination, Queen Soya stood up from the bed, her body shaking. "No, I won't let this consume me. I will have Kent. I will make him my puppy."

The hourglass on the table turned, the red sand marking the start of a new day. Queen Soya moved now, her earlier despair replaced with cold resolve. She walked towards the large golden mirror in her room, gazing at her reflection.

Her appearance was a mess—her hair wild, her clothes torn.

Soon, an evil smile creeped on her lips. She was going to prepare herself, not as the Queen, but as a woman—one who could make any man fall to his knees.

"I'll make him want me," she said softly, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.

She began her preparations, starting with a bath. She filled the tub with Spirit Water. As she submerged, the water soothed her skin, washing away the grime of her sleepless nights and restoring her natural glow.

Next, she added delicate flower petals, each one soaked in potent perfumes that could drive a man wild with desire. The scent filled the room, intoxicating and sweet. She ran her fingers through her hair, washing it with the fragrant oils, feeling the tension melt away from her body.

She dried herself slowly, savoring the moment. Every movement was deliberate, every step calculated. She applied the finest lotions and oils, her skin now smooth and soft to the touch.

Then came the clothes—she chose carefully. A dress that clung to her curves, revealing just enough to tempt, but not too much to give away the entire mystery.

She adorned herself with minimal jewelry, only what was needed to enhance her natural allure. She want to show her natural raw side to Kent.

Finally, she reached for a bottle of rare perfume, mixed with a hint of aphrodisiac. She dabbed it lightly on her wrists, her neck, and behind her ears. The scent was subtle but powerful, designed to stir desire in any man who caught a whiff of it.

She stood in front of the mirror once more, inspecting herself. The transformation was complete.

"Kent," A wicked smile curling her lips. "You will be my dog."

With that, she turned towards the door, her mind set on one goal. She wants to claim him, no matter the cost.

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