In the smooth autumn breeze in a palacial garden that could only be described as cut from paradise, the thin wings of the cicada hummed and the miniature waterfalls whispered secrets only they knew.At the center of the garden sat women who seemed to embody and project the beauty of blooming lotuses and ascending immortal swans playing the ancient erghu in a way that invigorated the blood and the zither that calmed the soul.They sat in a pattern akin to rose 🌹 petals surrounding a young lad who was resting his head on the thick thighs of a curvaceous milf with a bust line high and full enough to rival that of a danish dairy cow.
The only word to describe the young lad resting was simply otherworldly resting was simply otherworldly.A face so fine it appeared as if chiselled from the finest piece of jade . He stood taller than most people as if the course of nature had already decided him superior to the rest.Heterochromatic eyes peering into the sky as if they could pierce the veil covering the secrets of high heaven.He possessed a fit lean physique packed with silent power and no wasted muscle topped off with a clean cut eight pack ab set . He was truly the wet dream of Women and some men alike.
This youth was the third prince of the MARTIAL EMPIRE on the Lamarian Demon continent.The empire dominated more than 75% of the continental land mass and the surrounding waters.It would not be reasonable to outright say the continent was under Imperial rule.
The endowed woman sent the entertainers away and she was left alone with the resting prince.''May I have a word with your imperial highness?''she asked. Speak freely the prince answered as a white butterfly 🦋 perched itself upon his brow giving him a transcendent look . She was caught in a daze but it was broken once she saw the creasing of his brow once due to her sudden silence.''I wished to ask if his highness the third prince will take part in the race for the throne?'' Anastasia asked with a heavy tone.
The prince replied in a light chuckle as if amused. Why not he queried am I not of royal blood have I met not the pre requisite conditions to contest for the position of Monarch with my siblings. Besides why call what I am about to partake in competition is it not she fired back as a cold 🥶 glint surfaced in his eyes.He replied in a tone that left no room for defiance not question isn't competition supposed to be bound by reason and a modecum of fairness?She nodded slightly.Then I plan to be: ruthless,illogical, unreasonable and not any bit fair all those who abstract my path to the summit shall be crushed beneath my boots and the hooves of my armies.
''Do you really wish for your possible rule to be married by bloodshed and corpses ? She asked.Oh Anastasia how peace has dulled your wit our kind was meant to be tempered by the flames of war not intimidated by the way and besides those who want peace should prepare for war!"The prince exclaimed. He stood from his position tying his flowing sanguine hair into a top knot 🪢 with two strands framing either side of his face.Make it known that I the third prince Nayvidius Magnus Martial.S has joined the race for the crown of the great Martial empire! . As he walked away Anastasia was left staring at his back that seemed strong enough to weather any storm no matter form nor magnitude she was truly in awe before her eyes turned cold.
None could deny the competence of the royal servant. By First light even the gutter rats knew there was one more contender for supreme authority in the empire.Banging noises and loud quarrelling akin to the screeches of cats in trash cans was all Nayvidius could here past the doors of his lavish bed chambers. It was at times like this he wished he could get those damn sound proofing wards installed."Can't a man contend for his birthright and be allowed a healthy rest simultaneously what has this world come to ?"He queried to himself groggily.
Nayvidius come outside this very second lest I tear down this doors myself! An authoritarian voice boomed. Coming he replied in a wintry tone . He stepped out the door bare chested with only the trouser part of his sleeping garbs on his hair cascading in waves his fluttering eyelids betraying his inner wants.
The man who had barked the order looked at him glaringly "So you still do know where you belong in the hierarchy do you? He was broad with a red mane fiery like his persona and he donned two golden earrings formed like bodhisattva staffs . I did not emerge on your order I simply came because I feared for the fate of my doors at your unrefined mannerisms and that which would follow your arms brother he replied his tone becoming like nether winds . Besides I have cone to advise you all on the next appropriate course of action. "Do enlighten us little brother said a young lady standing next to Ashmodai her hair was silver and her eyes had a glimmer her cheeks lined with powder seemed to glitter .
TO BE CONTINUED...