Suellen knew better than anyone that the reign of the Flafeast was over.
Her unrealistic dreams had been shattered… in such an absurd manner.
She would rather have been killed by Evora, who inherited the power of the Flafeast, or seen her mother truly find a way to ascend to the seventh stage and achieve eternity. She would have preferred such a failure over losing in such a ridiculous way.
As a mber of the Flafeast, she would rather face punishnt from soone who shared her blood than… endure the miserable fate that might await her.
Sorcerers might capture her out of curiosity about the Flafeast bloodline, or perverse strongn might take her as a plaything because of her royal status. In any case… her end would be unimaginably tragic.
But why? Why did Suellen not flee imdiately like her kin, to wander in exile?
"How long have you been here, dear Princess Suellen?"
...It was because of this.
Because of the person who spoke these words.
"..."
Still wearing a pure white dress, as innocent as an iris, the girl slowly turned around.
Suellen saw the handso young man she had been waiting for.
Leaning on his scepter, he walked leisurely through the ruins, sighing softly: "This is truly poignant, isn't it? A place where countless great figures once bowed respectfully has beco such a desolate ruin, ignored by all."
The young Hydral tilted his head slightly, looking at the delicate and pitiable flower before him: "Your feelings must be very complicated, Princess Suellen."
"Lord Ansel..."
Suellen spoke with difficulty, her voice sowhat hoarse.
"I hope I haven't stirred up painful mories."
Ansel continued forward, the rubble before him crumbling away, as if bowing to a king, clearing a path to the throne.
"After all," he paused, then turned back with a smile: "I was the one who killed the Empress."
This radiant smile sent chills down Suellen's spine, yet... it also ignited an inexplicable warmth in her heart.
"I can see that you miss this place, miss the days when the Empress displayed her supre authority."
Step by step, he ascended the stairs, clearing the debris that buried the throne. Standing before it, he brushed the dust from the armrest.
"Or perhaps..."
The young Hydral turned, looking down at the delicate princess like a flower. He patted the armrest of the throne, laughing mockingly:
"Do you wish to sit on this throne, even just once?"
At this mont, Suellen, with her head deeply bowed, finally spoke: "No, I have never thought that, Lord Ansel."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I believe..."
She raised her head, her pure and innocent face showing genuine admiration and tenderness: "Now, only you are worthy of sitting on this throne."
Ansel looked down at her for an indeterminate amount of ti before suddenly letting out a soft chuckle.
This chuckle soon beca uncontrollable, turning into a hearty, joyful laugh.
"Suellen... Suellen."
Laughing heartily, Ansel shook his head and tapped the throne with his scepter: "Dear Princess Suellen, I have no interest in it, at all."
"Yes."
Suellen imdiately lowered her head again: "For you, there is no need to use such a burdenso thing to demonstrate your authority and glory."
"Your astuteness impresses ." Ansel clapped his hands, "But..."
He stepped down from the throne, approached Suellen, and lifted her chin with his scepter.
The young Hydral's expression was cold and indifferent:
"Your deceit displeases ."
"I did not—"
Suellen began to deny it, but under the gaze of those deep sea-blue eyes, she could not continue.
After a brief silence, she responded softly: "Yes... I deceived you, Lord Ansel. "
"I yearn for that power, I wish to sit on that throne and look down upon all beings."
"Isn't that wonderful?"
Ansel smiled reassuringly: "I like honest people."
"...Is that so?"
Saying this, Suellen suddenly took a step forward.
A smile that was both pure and enchanting slowly appeared on her face.
"Then, may I..."
The petite princess in pure white cautiously moved closer, then... pressed herself against Ansel's chest.
"May I reveal... my desires to you?"
She said this, her eyes shimring with moist light.
Ansel looked at her with a half-smile: "Go ahead."
"Lord Ansel... you must know better than anyone that the Empire always needs a ruler."
Pressed against Ansel's chest, Suellen spoke softly: "Such a kind and great person like you surely does not wish to see the Empire fall apart, with commoners displaced and war raging everywhere... right?"
"Hmm... perhaps."
"Then, you need soone who can temporarily stabilize the situation."
Suellen's breathing beca increasingly rapid. She first lifted her skirt, then... guided Ansel's hand to explore her… inner body.
"Soone... with legitimate authority, who will not cause you to be attacked."
"Soone... ah...ha…"
She seed to want to ld herself into Ansel's body, writhing and rubbing against him, moaning softly:
"Soone who will always obey you, forever and ever... belong to you."
Ansel lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear: "Then, where is she?"
Biting her lip, Suellen's eyes were filled with seductive charm. When soone usually so pure and elegant displayed such allure, the impact was doubled.
"She is right... in your—"
Suellen's words were abruptly cut off because Ansel had already seized her throat, lifting her off the ground with an expressionless face.
Suellen's words were abruptly cut off as Ansel seized her throat, lifting her off the ground with an expressionless face.
"Princess Suellen, your speech was well-prepared, but you need to understand a few things."
"First,"
Ansel smiled at the terrified Suellen: "I am not kind."
"Second,"
He tossed Suellen to the ground as if discarding trash: "The Empire's division and chaos are inevitable, and I cannot stop it, let alone soone as worthless as you."
"And... third,"
Ansel suddenly flashed a bright smile at the trembling Suellen:
"I do indeed need you to absolutely, absolutely obey ."
"Co."
He tapped the brick in front of him with his scepter: "Lift your skirt like you did before."
"..."
Biting her lip, Suellen showed no sign of distress. Instead, she quickly recovered from her earlier fear, crawling to the spot Ansel indicated like a dog. She sat down in a W position, shyly lifting her skirt again, revealing her pale, naked flowers.
Ansel, however, did not look at her face but gently pressed the end of his scepter against her lower abdon.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream imdiately echoed. The delicate girl fell to the ground, clutching her abdon in pain, yet she dared not say anything, even forcibly suppressing her cries.
When the pain gradually subsided, she looked down at her abdon and found... a vivid, jet-black hydra tattooed there!
"From now on,"
Ansel looked down at Suellen, slightly raising his chin: "You are mine. Always rember your place."
Lowering her head, silently pulling down her skirt, Suellen crawled to Ansel's feet.
"I understand, mas..."
Her voice faltered, but she quickly made a decision.
"I understand, Master."
Suellen of the Flafeast, branded with the Hydra's mark, perhaps the most pitiful, disgraceful, and contemptible Flafeast in a thousand years, called Ansel her master with such flattery.
"Rest assured." Ansel patted her head, "I don't care about that throne, nor do I need it, but that doesn't an you have no chance to sit on it."
His lips curled into a slight smile as he saw Suellen's eyes brighten montarily: "However..."
Gleipnir transford into a hand cannon with a chanical twist, and without looking back, the young Hydral fired a shot that shattered the entire throne into pieces.
Under Suellen's stunned gaze, its fragnts mixed with the ruins, indistinguishable from the scattered bricks... perhaps just more expensive.
"It's just a seat, after all."
Ansel pinched Suellen's chin, his voice gentle:
"If I want you to sit, you will sit."
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I hope people still rember dear Young Princess Suellen lol
My friend comnted lowly of Suellen when proofreading for :"Compared to her sister Evora, Suellen is just disgusting to ."
Well, that's really interesting hahah since I never thought anyone would use the word disgusting to describe a woman I created XD
Suellen and Evora have totally different talents and environnts, don't compare them in this way..
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