Queen's Husbands (9) [Slightly S]

Lance walked casually to Julian who was wearing a completely black outfit with a velvet cape draped quietly on his shoulders.

He was busy entertaining the husbands of the nobles around him. 

"Your highness, Julian, the star of our empire. May I be excused for a while, the chilly weather seems to have gotten into me."

Lance's head was lowered right now, he looked uncomfortable as he forced his words through gritted teeth.

The nobles around weren't in the high hierarchy, the highest being the Marquis's husband, all of them didn't find it strange.

Their reason was simple enough, the last two royal banquets were arranged by Consort Lancelot.

And now the right to arrange the most important banquet, the late queen's ceremony was back to Consort Julian.

Therefore, Consort Lancelot was envious and didn't want to stay here anymore.

With Julian's little chuckle and nod, Lance smoothly left the ceremony venue.

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Lance walked through the royal paths of the palace arriving at a small building corner from where Queen Eleanor had to pass through.

Not far from Lance's eyesight, a slightly brown-haired young man stood facing the artificial lake in the palace quietly.

The previous Queen had the least amount of Consorts, that being 69 male consorts and Queen Eleanor's father totalled.

And the current, Queen Eleanor, had only 17 consorts and the nobles around the queen would certainly send their "children" to please the Queen.

This unseen brown-haired young man was obviously one of them.

The Heroic System also noticed the situation and timely explained to the readers- ahem, Lance.

[Ding! That is Marcel Osian Barton, a baron's son. He was mentioned in the system's plot as to be the reason why Queen Eleanor was so pissed and slapped Lancelot White at the mourning ceremony in the previous life.]

Lance was quite surprised, it seems that the system also received a 'plot' of this place which he hadn't obtained.

[There is a lot of information in the plot you have, care to share?]

Heroic System: [...Mr. Lance, it's called "system plot" for a reason. ]

Lance: "..." You win this time.

Lance felt that this kind of treatment was a bit despicable, but out of stimulus of almost being roasted by its system, he replied:

 [I was just testing your loyalty to me, guess what, you failed, Heroin. ]

The Heroic System seemed very stunned: [The system is wronged! It's the organisation's rules! ]

Lance wanted to ask more about the "organisation rules" when his eyes fell on the figure not far away. 

Queen Eleanor smiled and nodded her head to the brown-haired young man named Marcel. 

Within ten seconds, the interaction was over with Lance hearing the delicate silk boots of her that tapped a timely rhythm come towards him.

Queen Eleanor had already walked just around his corner when she stopped for a moment and said something to the servant standing beside her.

Heroic System: [Ding! Queen Eleanor said to slaughter off the whole Barton family as they were impudent enough to think a mere countryside noble could seduce the queen…Let's give up this act and run, Mr. Lance!]

However, Lance had already curled up in the corner, his head buried on his knees, he inevitably looked pitiful and weak.

It was not until a sneer sounded above him that he looked up.

His face showed the word shock to the limit as he realised that Queen Eleanor was in front of him.

He hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly to the glamorous woman in front of him, "Your Majesty, Queen Eleanor, the sunshine of our empire…"

Queen Eleanor slightly leaned on the wall as she glanced at him still with that sneer on her face, 

 "Is Lancy here to seduce me again?" 

Lancelot's head slightly tilted as if confused by the unexpected question given by her, 

"Your Majesty and His Highness Julian may forever be together, a little noble like me doesn't dare to weaken your relationship-" 

Before Lance could continue, a snow-white finger shut his mouth.

Queen Eleanor said, "The queen doesn't need your confirmation to know who she loves. You should mind your words, Lancy~."

Lancelot pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something but didn't, his head slowly lowering again.

Eleanor again confirmed that this man definitely looked like a puppy.*

Before Eleanor could know what possessed her all of a sudden.

She felt her own two fingers trying to open Lancelot's lips.

With the force of her fingers, the tightened nervous lips slowly parted as her finger's entered his mouth.

"What else does this pretty mouth hide?"

Eleanor used her free hand to bring Lancelot closer to her, seeming as if she wanted to take a clearer look inside his mouth.

Then with a bit of strength, her fingers played across his tongue, touching his teeth.

Lancelot at this moment, suddenly moved his face to the side causing Eleanor's finger to slip out of his mouth.

Eleanor's hand still stayed in the air as she looked at him in anger.

"Hahaha…Does Lancelot not like this queen's touch?"

Eleanor withdrew her hands and the aura around her became endlessly gloomy.

She impatiently looked towards Lancelot's face which turned from humiliation to guilt to determination.

Before Eleanor could understand why Lancelot had become so determined all of a sudden.

She saw a face that was originally far, come closer, bit by bit, as he approached her lips.

And then, two pairs of lips fit snugly onto each other.

She felt a nimble tongue squeeze into her mouth, hooking against her tongue. 

At this moment, she was a bit dazed and could only follow along the man's movements.

His tongue swept across her mouth, her soft tongue and her gums.

Eleanor knew what the little Lancy was planning.

She needed to punish this naughty boy.

And so, she raised the man's chin.

And in an unhurried manner, domineeringly reached her tongue down deeper, licking the man's teeth one by one.

Molars, canines, incisors, bit by bit, from top to bottom, from outside to inside.

The man's lips were occupied by her lips. At first, it was still alright, but as time went on, he gradually couldn't breathe properly.

He extended his fist out and lightly thumped on Eleanor's body.

She felt the hand's strength and her mouth felt even more unwilling to part.

The two people's intimately close faces, slowly separated. A silver strand stretched between the parting of their lips.

Lancelot's eyes were murky, looking at the panting and gleaming Queen Eleanor.

Seeing her translucently wet cherry lips, his eyes expanded a bit.

He reached out a finger and wiped the fluid off her lips and couldn't help shiver seeing the rising sneer on Eleanor's face.

"Lancy truly came here to seduce me, heh."

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¹[ Here the Queen thinks of Lance as a cute Puppy that gets sad whenever its owner, she says anything mean. 

(Note: The Queen affection is only 10 now, she doesn't love Lance but finds him cute.) ]

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