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“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’tseen 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 hisformal 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.
Prince Hendren’s control began to slip as I worked him with desperate enthusiasm, my head bobbing as I took him deeper than ever before. The knowledge that hundreds of powerful men were watching me debase myself only intensified my arousal,my body responding to the public display of my submission with shameful eagerness.
“That’s enough,” he growled suddenly, his hands gripping my hair to still my movements. “Hold still while I fuck your face and then mark you as mine.”
Even those brutal words struck my ears as only what I deserved and what I needed. I held perfectly still as commanded, my lips stretched around his thick shaft, my eyes fixed on his face as he gripped my hair with both hands. The assembly watched in rapt silence as Prince Hendren’s control changed, his hips beginning to move with increasing urgency even as his hands on my head kept me precisely where he wanted me.
“Such a perfect little whore,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal as he drove deeper into my mouth. “Show them all what you’ve become.”
His thrusts grew more forceful, claiming my throat with the same ruthless precision he had always employed to claim my body. I could barely breathe as he used me, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to accommodate his brutal rhythm. The sounds of my submission—the wet, obscene noises of his possession—echoed through the vast hall.
“Yes,” he hissed, his grip tightening as his climax approached. “Take it all, my beautiful concubine. Let them see how perfectly you serve your master.”
With a final, devastating thrust, he withdrew completely, his hand working his shaft as he reached his peak. His release painted my face and bare breasts in thick streams, marking me as his property before the assembled elite. I held perfectly still,eyes closed, as his essence dripped down my skin in shameful evidence of my complete surrender.
The hall erupted in thunderous applause, the Euporian elite expressing their approval with genuine enthusiasm. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard voices calling out their admiration:
“Magnificent display!”
“Such perfect submission!”
“A true testament to proper training!”
Prince Hendren’s hand stroked my hair with possessive gentleness as the applause continued, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice carrying both satisfaction and genuine affection. “You’ve exceeded every expectation, my dear Viola.”
I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with an expression I had never seen before—not just desire or ownership, but to my amazement something approaching love. Around us, the crowd began to disperse, their excitement over the evening’s unexpected drama finally beginning to fade.
“Your Royal Highness.” First Minister Havelorn approached, his earlier anger at Solamo’s disruption replaced by obvious admiration. “That was… extraordinary. Your concubine has demonstrated remarkable loyalty and intelligence.”
“Indeed she has,” Prince Hendren replied, helping me to my feet with careful hands. “The Federation is fortunate to have such a skilled negotiator in our service, above all in her new capacity, where our opponents will never see her coming.”
CHAPTER 21
