Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Solamo’s face had gone pale, but he attempted to maintain his indignant stance. “This is outrageous! I’m simply trying to—”
“Your Royal Highness,” Colonel Quinst interrupted, consulting his handheld with military efficiency. “Federation intelligence reports several large deposits to accounts linked to former First Minister Solamo over the past month. The transfers appear to originate from… Vionian remnant cells.”
A collective gasp rippled through the assembly. The revelation that Solamo was potentially working for enemies of both the Federation and Euporia transformed the entire situation. What had seemed like principled opposition was revealed as something far more sinister.
“Vionian agents,” Prince Hendren said coldly, his eyes fixing on Solamo with predatory intensity. “How predictable. They seek to destabilize our alliance by exploiting what they perceive as weakness in our methods. Tell me, Solamo, what were your orders? Disrupt the alliance? Sow discord between Euporia and the Federation?”
Solamo’s theatrical composure crumbled entirely as the truth was laid bare. His shoulders sagged, and I could see the defeat in his eyes as his carefully orchestrated plan fell apart. “I… this is preposterous. I have no connection to—”
“The financial records don’t lie,” Colonel Quinst interrupted, his voice carrying the weight of military authority. “Three transfers of fifty thousand credits each, routed through shell companies we can trace directly to Vionian intelligence operations.”
I felt a surge of satisfaction at having read the situation correctly, my political instincts proving as sharp as ever despite my current circumstances. The shame of my exposure seemed to fade as I watched Solamo’s deception unravel before the assembled elite.
“Your Royal Highness,” I said, my voice steady despite the scandalous nature of my position, “I believe former First Minister Solamo has done us all a service tonight. His attempt to exploit my situation has instead demonstrated the very real threats that our alliance faces.”
Prince Hendren’s hand moved to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. There was something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before—not just possession, but genuine respect for the political acumen I had just displayed.
“Magnificent,” he murmured, his voice carrying both pride and arousal. “You’ve just prevented a diplomatic crisis and exposed an enemy agent, all while standing nearly naked before Euporia’s most powerful citizens.”
The irony wasn’t lost on me. In my most degraded state, wearing nothing but tiny, lacy panties and a cloak that barely preserved my modesty, I had wielded more effective political power than Solamo with all his theatrical indignation.
“In recognition of this extraordinary service,” Prince Hendren announced, his voice carrying across the hushed assembly, “I offer you a choice, Viola. You may have your freedom if you wish it. Return to diplomatic service, resume your career. The Federation would welcome such a skilled negotiator.”
The offer hung in the air like a lifeline. Freedom. Dignity. A return to the life I had once known. The assembled crowd watched in fascination as I considered the prince’s words.
But as I stood there, feeling the weight of everyone’s attention, I realized something that shocked me to my core. The thought of returning to my old life, of going back to the sterile world of diplomatic protocols and political maneuvering, felt… empty.
These weeks of training, of submission, of having my deepest needs awakened and satisfied, had changed me in ways I was only beginning to understand. The woman who had once commanded star systems was gone, replaced by someone who had discovered a different kind of strength in surrender.
Without breaking eye contact with Prince Hendren, I sank gracefully to my knees, my hands moving to the fastenings of his formal trousers with the practiced skill the Academy had drilled into me. The marble floor felt cool against my knees as I freed his magnificent cock, already hardening under my reverent touch.
“I choose to remain your concubine, Sire,” I whispered, my voice carrying clearly through the stunned silence of the assembly. “This is where I belong.”
I pressed my lips to the swollen head of his penis in the ritual kiss of submission, tasting the familiar salt of his skin as murmurs of amazement rippled through the crowd. But I didn’t stop there. Opening my mouth wider, I took him deep, my tongue working with the expertise Mrs. Quinst had helped refine during my training.
Prince Hendren’s sharp intake of breath told me how my choice had affected him. His hand tangled in my carefully arranged hair as I worshipped him with increasing fervor, driven by a need I could no longer deny or analyze away. The shocked whispers of the Euporian elite faded into background noise as I focused entirely on pleasuring my master.
“Look at her,” someone breathed from the crowd. “She’s choosing this.”
And I was. Every stroke of my tongue, every grateful whimper that escaped my throat, was a conscious decision to embrace what I had become. The former president of Artemisia was gone, replaced by a woman who had found her true purpose in serving the man who had claimed her so completely.