"My queen, I am here because I would like to fuck you."
"..."
For a few moments, silence hung in the air. Nobody moved or spoke, and Adal simply stood there, waiting.
Eventually, the queen looked over at Nimrodel. Her face remained unchanged.
"So, are you not going to kill him?" She asked.
Immediately, Adal's hand flinched towards the dagger resting on his waist. If a fight was about to break out, he would not need to be ready.
But a fight didn't break out. Nimrodel shook her head.
"I cannot, my queen." She responded in her thick accent.
The queen raised a brow. "And why not?"
"Because... I have fought him before, and lost."
As Nimrodel spoke to words, her cheeks did not even blush. There no shame or embarrasment in her tone, which was what Adal had expected.
Of course, they had never truly fought. The fight that she was speaking of, was the way he has dominated her in his library, and bringing her to orgasm by playing into her masochist fetishes.
