Once Saminah sat down in her chamber, a flicker of annoyance crossed her face.
Having known Marquel for only a month, there was something special about him that held a special place in her heart. She had always handled things independently in the past, even with the kingdom's poor finances; she had still managed to stabilize it.
Even though others viewed her negatively, she didn't care, but she was still hurt by the kingdom's prejudice against her for being a demon. That's why she maintained a cold and aloof facade, preventing anyone from seeing her vulnerability.
Then, with Marquel by her side, she felt a rare emotion: trust. Everything became much more stable with his help. And that's why a growing possessiveness blossomed in her heart. Was someone about to steal the only person she trusted?
Her face grew dark and cold, and with a bell, she ordered the maids to bring him to her chamber. Someone stealing her possession was unacceptable.
I was about to sleep after reviewing some techniques, just about to close my eyes, when there was a sudden knock on my door. I opened it to see a maid. "The Empress requests your presence in her chamber," she said before leaving.
My expression was confused and curious. Yawning, I wondered why the Empress would summon me so late. A bit lazy, I stretched for a few minutes before walking to the hallway. It took some time, but I soon reached her chamber.
I knocked, and suddenly, I was in her room. An immense pressure bore down on my body, making me bow to the floor. I could still see her face, though—her beautiful face and slightly disheveled red hair couldn't conceal her beauty.
Her expression was extremely dark and cold. "You've only just arrived at the castle, and you're already quite popular, aren't you?" she said. Her voice was cold, with a hint of annoyance.
"What?! What the hell did I do?!" I gritted my teeth, trying my best not to pass out. I used my extreme healing techniques, constantly pouring dozens of Qi and Mana to protect myself.
"Can you please at least let me explain, My Lady? The pressure is too immense. I'm still in the Qi gathering stage," I pleaded. "Hell! Someone at the Qi gathering stage wouldn't withstand this pressure; they might pass out or be crushed!"
Her expression remained the same. She suppressed her aura and gestured for me to explain.
My face was sweating, and I forced a smile. "What the f*** am I going to explain? You only said I'm getting popular. What do you even mean?!"
Coughing awkwardly, I spoke, "About what I did with Elder Chiya—" She suddenly increased the pressure and spoke, "Don't change the subject." Her voice was even more annoyed.
I gave a forced smile and politely said, "Can you clarify, My Lady?" She gently but domineeringly touched my chin, making me face her.
"Your relationship with Clara. It seems you're quite the womanizer," she said, her voice still cold as ice.
My face twitched. What?! Was she perhaps jealous? She must have heard the rumors. I spoke, "It seems, My Lady, that you're misunderstanding something."
She pulled her arm away and waited for my answer. I continued, "I'm seeking guidance from her, and she is my master."
A vein throbbed in her forehead, and she suddenly controlled her power, suppressing my every move, leaving me helpless.
"Your master?" she asked, her voice even colder.
My body sweated furiously. She was misunderstanding! I cursed myself. Why did this misunderstanding lead to this?!
"F***!" I cursed. "What the hell? She misunderstood again! Why didn't I just say she's my mentor and I'm her student? Too late. I can't speak or do anything anymore."
Her cold and graceful hand grabbed my cheeks; her delicate, cold hand stopped suddenly, and she poured energy into me.
A few minutes passed as I was helplessly overwhelmed and unable to do anything against her power. That's when I noticed a fire symbol embedded in my cheek.
Suddenly, there was a huge surge of a desire to submit to her. The overwhelming surge drove me crazy, and soon, she stopped the power that bound me. Only one thing remained embedded in me: the need to please her. My face flushed, and whenever I tried to compose myself, I would forget.
Her face seemed warmer, and there was satisfaction in her expression. She muttered into my ear, "Now I'm your master…"
The sudden sound of her voice jolted me awake. What the f***?! I had technically become her slave, and I would do anything she said. Once again, she ordered me to lick her fingers.
I tried to compose myself, but the binding was too strong, making me submit. Slowly, I moved closer to her, touched her delicate fingers, and put them in my mouth.
Her scent, intoxicating and rosy, aroused me, but I held back and did whatever she said. Satisfaction was evident on her face, and her face flushed with pleasure.
She muttered, "That's a good boy… Now tell me, who is your master?..