Midday. If not for the dark clouds lurking on the sky, everyone would have been able to see the sun right above them.

*Rumble. Rumble*

Thunders raged across the sky. It was alerting everyone down below of the storm that was to come.

The Elesborg forest.

A convoy of four carriages drove through the woodland’s now muddy road. Three of the carriages were light green and the other was Emerald green. Through the road was not the best roads for coaches to wheel upon, all of them were travelling at exceeding speed- courtesy to the strong batch of senhorses, the powerful and magical breed of horsed.

Inside the third carriage, which also happened to be the odd one out among the vehicles, sat Adrian Darkheart. His hands were holding an opened scroll, while his eyes skimmed through the paper until it finally landed and fixed upon the majestic seal at the lower end of the paper. A smile creeped out on his face.

Adrian wrapped the scroll close and put it beside him on the company seat of the Royal carriage.

The small window to the front of the coach opened.

“Young sir.” It was an old man, different from the previous guardian. His voice was refined- unlike the grumpy one of that of his predecessor. “We will be out of the forest in less than an hour. Shall we make a stop at the border city of Rikona or should we beeline straight to the capital?”

“The latter.” The smile on Adrian’s face grew wider. “It has been years since I last met my family.”

“As you wish.” The old man bowed down a bit before closing the window shut.

Adrian rested his back against the soft and luxurious backrest, and closed his eyes. But the smile did not show any sign of dying down. He began to reminisce of what happened back in the tier 1 Kingdom of Kraten.

Three days after the Decree from the Royal family of Nemphis reached Rumenshire, the capital city of the Kingdom of Kraten.

*Pitter-Patter*

The Royal bedroom.

The King of Kraten, Nero Del Krat, was walking to and fro inside his room, occasionally looking at the window which was open despite the heavy rainfall and hostile winds. He had been doing the same for the last three days.

The Queen was on the sofa, following her husband with her worried eyes. She knew what undercurrents were going through and that this kingdom could fall down to the ground anytime.

“Looks like you were waiting for me.” A charming voice entered the ears of both occupants of the room.

The woman gasped as she jumped up from the sofa, only to feel something gripping her wrist hard. A strong force tugged her from behind. But her soft ass did not fall on the spongy sofa, but somewhere else altogether.

She found herself sitting on the right thing of a devilishly handsome young man. Both of her own legs rested between those of his. She found her left arm wrapped around his neck. Her face flushed as she took back her left arm and tried to get up, and escape from this erotic enclosure. But alas, his right arm enveloped and grabbed her waist tight, rendering her efforts futile.

She wanted to say something but her face became even redder as her eyes met his ever-charming ones; her lips were sealed tight as she looked down like an embarrassed meek little girl.

The King, just like last time, sat opposite him. “You really are a Darkheart. I was not able to sense your presence despite my high level.” His voice was low and casual. He was completely unbothered by the fact that his wife was sitting on some other man’s lap.

Adrian only smiled in response.

The moustached man sighed. “Well played, Adrian Darkheart, well played. I had seen you once- back when I visited Darkshore a decade ago. You were just a child back then. But your identity as her son, made me burn your face into my memory. And now look where you are…”

There was a bottle of wine and two extravagant glasses. He took the bottle and began to pour the blood red wine on a glass. “You are the highest official of the kingdom of Nemphis, the Royal Advisor to her Majesty the Queen. And you are cunning enough to make kings of tier 1 and…”

He gave Adrian a look. “Tier 2 nations dance to your tunes.”

Adrian’s answer was silence and the smile that still lingered on his face.

“Want some?” The king gestured with the bottle.

“Nope.” Adrian shook his head. “I have something better.” He moved his left free hand.

*Rip*

He tore the top of the queens’s expensive clothes, uncovering her rounded breasts.

“Aaah!” She screamed in surprise.

But before she could use her hands to cover them, her left nipple was already in his mouth while her right breast was getting kneaded by his big and strong left hand.

“Aah… mmh…” A loud moan escaped her lips before she muffled it. She looked at her husband, only to his nonchalant face.

Suddenly, she felt him suckling on her boob. “Mmmh…” her face flushed.

A drop of white fluid trickled down Adrian’s chin.

*Gulp. Gulp.*

The king’s low and nonchalant voice entered his ears again, prompting him to dar his eyeballs towards the man; his mouth was still busy sucking the breast of the man’s wife.

“I have already stamped the contract with my seal.” The king took out the same scroll that Adrian gave him that day and put it on the table. “I just hope you put everything back in its place and return everything to how it was.”

*Pop*

He pulled his mouth out from her wet tit. A bit of milk spilled on her dress. Her face was deep red, as all of her blood rushed towards her cheek. Heavy breaths streamed from her mouth.

Adrian wiped his before taking the scroll and checking it.

He looked at the king before him and smiled.

“It was nice doing business with you.”