Herald of Steel

Even someone as ambitious and shrewd as Mikaya found it hard to bear all the things that were being asked of her by Alexander- they were too demanding.

Thus soon, she began to feel a stinging headache coming on just thinking about them.

In addition, Mikaya was also getting quite tired given how late it had become, as proven by she had to begin to fight off several yawns.

Thus using the effect of the oncoming drowsiness as an excuse, the lady curtly postponed the talks for now, “Good night, Lord Alexander. Let’s talk another time.”

Alexander too did not object or try to stop her, realizing there was no point in rashly pushing her. What she needed now was time.

So silently watching the lady dress herself, he bid her goodbye with a smile and two simple pieces of advice.

One- to make her decision by tomorrow noon.

Two- that she should clean herself thoroughly before leaving in case Shahel suspected anything.

“…..” The silver haired princess’s headache increased hearing the first suggestion and she sent a somber look at the second, her eyes coldly flickering. Somehow Shahel’s name coming from Alexander’s mouth made her feel unpleasant.

But they also undeniably made sense and with a second’s thought, indeed followed through. So the lady once again undressed herself and then took the time to wash out all traces using water and soap from the nearby wooden basin.

All of which Alexander silently watched from the side, appreciating the marvelous naked action with glowing eyes. He was especially surprised by how dexterous Mikaya was with her work, removing all his traces with practised ease.

Alexander could not help but thus curiously chime, “My lady, did you perhaps do this regularly? Were Nafia and Tajia not there to help?”

He had figured the spoiled princess would rely on her army of retainers to take care of everything for her. That was how it usually went for high ranking noble ladies.

“….Sometimes they would be busy cleaning themselves up.” Mikaya curtly replied with a neutral tone, now focusing on dressing herself once again.

It seems sometimes the Matrak princess would get tired of waiting for her maids and have it done herself, just like how currently she was also expertly putting on the relatively complicated gown with no help.

As she finished, she heard Alexander pose once again with curious concern about her maids, “How are they doing?”

“They are also getting married with me,” Mikaya replied in the same cold voice, along with some additional bite hidden within. This was another reason behind the girl’s reluctance to commit matricide.

“….” While the news did not exactly surprise Alexander.

It was actually the norm for personal handmaids to be married alongside her mistress as per the customs of the time. Not to mention how close the trio were… so it was simply inevitable.

But still, learning this Alexander felt a slight pang in his heart, especially as he recalled the elder sister Nafia who used to have a small crush on him. He felt like he had lost something.

Thinking along that line, Alexander also wanted to ask Mikaya if they were also with child like her but ultimately refrained, feeling this might not be the best time. The Matrak princess was already simmering with all sorts of conflicting thoughts.

“Ahh… Congratulations! Please convey my compliments.” So the man heavily nodded with a great grin, before finally bidding farewell to Mikaya with a few more pleasantries as he saw her off from the door.

“Then my lady, let us properly catch up one day. Goodnight!”

Locking the door, Alexander’s quick scan found his three maids were in their quarters, sleeping. So leaving them, he quickly returned to bed, and quietly spooned himself right against Azura, hugging her tightly around her hips and then letting his sleeping brother snuggle itself into the soft, pillowy mature buns below.

‘Ahhh…so good… I will have to take the time to taste this fluffy butt,’ Taking in the delicious youthful smell and warmth nuzzling his nose, the lustful man at last drifted off to sleep.

He was too tired to notice that just as he laid his guard down, the twins suddenly snapped their eyes open, each sending the other a very cold, serious, gaze.

“….”

“….”

And they kept staring at each other for a while, not moving, not speaking, not even showing any emotion, almost appearing like they were mirror images of one another.

….

“How long does it take to teach your nieces how to fuck!”

These were the extremely crude words that greeted Mikaya as soon as she was let into her room, finding there an uninvited guest sitting on the couch.

He had fine, handsome features, with crystal blue eyes and a sharp, slate face. His dark hair was flamboyantly long, almost draping over his broad, strong shoulders and he was robustly build.

Dressed in an expensive night robe, it was very easy to guess the man’s identity- Shahel.

And judging by his words and how hard he was grasping the drink in his hand, he was clearly fuming.

“….” Tajia, who had opened the door, instantly turned to give her mistress an apologetic helpless look, as if saying sorry for letting the man in, while Nafia who was standing beside the man with the pitcher was literally shivering.

As for Mikaya, her already not so good mood turned even more sour at this address.

She was the favored princess of the most powerful Pasha in the country, and no man had ever dared to talk to her… not even her most hated enemy. In fact, no noble man with a shred of self respect would talk to his significant other like this.

Hence with a similarly cold face, the beautiful princess icily shot, “Lord Shahel… entering a maiden’s room at this time of the day.. is very unbecoming of you.”

Bang, bang, bang…

The huge man instantly charged like a bull towards Mikaya at these words, appearing fully enraged. And then as he stood towering above his wife, even the defiant Mikaya found herself skipping a small heartbeat.

The speed with which this mammoth man moved was really something, especially for someone with this giant build.

And this was accounting for the fact that the Matrak princess was not short by any means- in fact, Mikaya was quite tall by any standard- standing over six feet, thus nearly eclipsing Alexander.

Yet, here, she stood at least a head shorter.

Combine this with Shahel’s far more muscular build and the sudden invasion of personal space, it was only natural for the fairer sex to become apprehensive.

“Maiden? Heh!” The man mockingly snarled at the words, his eyes suddenly blazing, once again asking, “What took you so long?”

His voice now sounded even more unfriendly.

“Lord Shahel… l will have to again ask you to leave.. now.” Mikaya however only repeated her previous statement, knowing it was fruitless to argue with the half mad man.

Even if she said something totally reasonable- like it took her some time to convince Azura and Azira about doing the things before marriage or even just helping them clean up afterwards, it would engage the man.

Because Shahel did not want Mikaya to go, no matter what, in the first place.

And if she was foolish enough to mention Alexander in any way, well it would flip her bellicose partner off a very dangerous edge.

However even this clever passive approach could do little to abate the furious man, who roughly grabbed Mikaya by he shoulders and

“No… ahhh… you drunk… kyahhh…you are hurting me,” Despite the young lady’s loud objection, forcefully dragged her over to the bed, and haphazardly threw her onto it.

“You beast… stop…*ripppp*… ahhh,”

Then, as a true show of Shahel’s raw strength, despite the lady’s struggled, he effortlessly ripped open Mikaya’s exquisite gown right down the middle using his bare hands, going from her neck, across her bountiful chest and at last to her slightly bulging tummy.

His eyes blazed at the sight, especially the fair belly with that cute belly button- however instead of showing any mercy to the mother of his children, Shahel callously clutched Mikaya’s bulge and snarled viciously,

“Hmmmp… did it so excite you see your nieces getting screwed? Snort! You are my wife! How dare you look at another man? Do this ever again and I swear to the Father I will blind you!”

“….” Mikaya’s face produced a painful grimace at the rough handling, as her crystal blue eyes flashed a dangerous glint.

The pridful girl was extremely offended by how she was being treated, and in anger, many of the things she had discussed with Alexander began to come rushing back in.

Those words she had put into the back of her mind now began to take shape, becoming more and more cemented as Mikaya felt further ripping of her clothes, now going all the way down on her thighs and ankles, until she was basically in her underwear.

“Aghhhh…” And then she let out a painful groan as two thick fingers rudely invaded her private space, the desert like dryness of the place causing it to be extremely painful for her.

“Stop… my lord… ahhh… it hurts… mm… Please… think about your son! He is in …aoohh… there,” It was so much that even the haughty, arrogant Mikaya was forced to cry out for mercy, pleading to produce a very pitiful look.

Fortunately, the teary blushing look worked, as Shahel finding no traces of another man or even the accompanying wetness, at last simmered down.