“Your Highness.” He said, nodding a bow. “Your Highness.” I replied, doing the same. “To what do I Brunette owe the pleasure of your call?” “I’m afraid I bring you bad news. Ambassador Fran Wentz was murdered.” King Dreus blinked, and that was all the reaction he gave. It might as well have been a scream of shock. “By whom?” He said as though asking about the weather. “Vampires. It appears Drake Titus has betrayed Yavara, attacked the relief force we sent to aid her, and attempted to kill both Ambassador Straltaira and Ambassador Wentz. Fortunately, Straltaira was in the country when the attacks occurred, but Wentz was in the consulate.” Dreus rolled his eyes. “Shall we speak candidly then?” “It would be a nice change of pace.” “Is Lord Ternias still alive?” “Lucas Ternias is tenaciously difficult to murder, and a failed attempt would disrupt the delicate balance we have here in Bentius. So he lives, for now.” “But you killed my Hardcore ambassador without a second thought?” “I put quite a bit of thought into it, actually. I decided that a foreign agent whose sole job was to indian supplant me wasn’t worth keeping around.” I narrowed my eyes at him, “You disappoint me, Albert.” Dreus stared back implacably. “So what now?” “Now that the pretense is gone, should we not end this silly trade war?” I asked, “I can’t imagine your merchant class is too pleased with it, and unlike you, I have unfettered access to dwarven markets.” “I don’t? Funny, I could’ve sworn I sent a trade emissary down the Maple highway just yesterday, and not a single ranger stopped him for papers.” “And by the time he comes back with their answer, there will be eighty-thousand soldiers asking for his credentials.” Dreus stroked his beard. “Your flaw always was your arrogance. The battle hasn’t yet been fought, yet you already count your winnings.” “And what if she wins?” I smiled, “What if, just for fun, we pretend Yavara wins, and the kingdom of Alkandra is established for good. Where does that leave you?” King Dreus remained silent. I leaned toward the mirror. “It leaves you fucked, Albert. Fucked like an Ardeni dock whore. All that cheap labor your merchants love lick so much? It just migrated back to its ancestral homeland. Your economy stockings just crashed, and whoops, there’s suddenly a military powerhouse right next door, and whoops again, you never signed a nonaggression pact, much less a formalized alliance! So, yeah… she’s going to have to invade you, and she’s really sorry about it, but your ports are so nice, and she wants to trade with Drastin, Hektinar and Terondia.” “Your sister isn’t you.” “With water yes, a good shower and it all goes. 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I asked him to sit down and gave him a gentle nudge down as he lick sat down again. Must… find… a way… Before his blindfold was removed, the room was darkened completely. He and I then shook hands. We went in and talked to the staff, and I told them to prep for moving to the other house. He massaged my tits as I worked my pussy up and down his cock, enjoying the shaft my daughter just had. I surprised him a little by pushing him closer to the bed. I walked in and sat on the couch.