Luxury, pre-event rest
Thank you, swcowboy, for the massage chair.
Additional chapter.
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That same night, when brown eyes vanished into the darkness of the bedroom...
"Madam, as you commanded, I escorted them to the estate," echoed a familiar voice in the grand castle deep within the city of Clinton.
The speaker was Arnold. He kneeled, still clad in his black armor. His demeanor exuded submission, a departure from his usual authoritative stance.
They were in the throne room. A woman sat on the throne before Arnold.
"Good," resonated a commanding yet tender voice that seemed to caress the ears.
The woman on the throne undeniably possessed great beauty. Her long black hair cascaded down to her hips, complementing her piercing light-brown eyes and long lashes. She wore knightly armor, not as closed as Arnold's, but strict enough to cover her skin, leaving only her head exposed.