Hareem of Queen Alessa
Mr. Cicero

“Air... water...” The voice of an old man with a thin, dry body crept over the ground asking for the mercy of the guards who were there. For several days he was not given food and drink. The man who was once so dignified and dignified is now being despised to be treated like an animal in the dungeon.

“Air... water...” Again the man said softly pulling his vocal cords that were almost cut off because his veins were getting stiff.

BRACKET

“WHISPER! THE EMPEROR JUDAS HAS ORDERED YOU TO DIE OF HUNGER AND THIRST!”

“Air...”.

“Hah, old man base. You want water yes..well, I'll give you water,” the guard is demented while opening his pants. He stuck out his possessions in between the iron bars and took out a liquid with a pungent smell there. He gave the old man urine. What a brash guard.

“Come drinking! Open your mouth, I rarely give you a-“

SRANGS!

The water changed color to a deep red spurting out more than the springs in a river.

Plaques

Something fell along with the blood that was spurting so much.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGG!” the bodyguard screamed in pain when he found out that his reproductive device had been cut off from its place. Barking on the ground.

“AAAAAAARRGG... SAKIIIIIITTTT!”

The old man widened his eyes until his body trembled. The blood that had come out of the Guard's body hit his face. The smell of drifting now gushed past his sense of smell until the man felt nauseous and pulled out his stomach which was already nothing.

“Hoek! Hoek!”

The guard rolled in pain, seemingly already on the verge of suffering, his source of life being cut down so quickly that he did not notice it.

“You have fun with this?” the cold voice made my feathers sit on anyone standing. The man stepped on the banana of the guard that had been cut off to the point of being destroyed.

“Aaaargg... haaa,” the guard was frightened until the pain now seemed to disappear when the person who stepped on his piece approached.

“You're more disgusting than a rat in a sinkhole. Rotten man! Get off my land!” at that moment also the sound of pain of the guards was not heard anymore. Only a slash that makes the pain replace the life in the prison.

JLB! THE CRUTCHES!

The old man gulped with great difficulty. He crawled all the way to the corner of the prison room that he originally wanted to leave from there. For the first time, he felt safe there. Hope the person who has eliminated the guard goes and ignores him. However, it turned out that it was just his delusion. Because he could hear the sound of a moving key opening the iron bars door.

“Ja-ngan. Despite suffering... I still want to live,” beg the old man.he still hopes and dreams to live freely as long ago. I don't know why he still has faith if there's someone who's going to save him.

“Master Cicero...get up,” The old man looked up immediately when his name he used to wear was spoken. That figure indeed let out a familiar voice. A soft voice that he never imagined would be able to subdue the Guard. The more he remembered, the older man widened his eyes.

“A person who started out like you is not worth living like this, I picked you up,” the old man's lips quivered, his eyes that had dried from frequent crying were now flushed red. Really do’anya now granted even his own god who helped him.

“Mr Princess... Alessa...”.

The old man hugged the beautiful woman. Hugging it with a vibrating body, he said thanks and gratitude will do’nya granted. “Thank you Dewa...thank you.

***

“Darius, make sure everything comes back like before. Before I leave this palace.”

“The noble sure? Because not all the higher-ups defend the previous Emperor, while our scholars have been thinned because many are victims of the cruelty of Prince Judas.”

Princess Alessa in dilemma. It all started with Prince Judas who had ruffled the Palace as he pleased. The chosen clever men who were believed to be able to cool down the Emperor had already disappeared. Prince Judas did not think about the survival of his country. He only thinks about himself. Setting up an empire requires great people who can be trusted. Judas's chosen people were only corruptors who would cause the Aegis to self-destruct.

“ASSHOLE!” Princess Alessa curses while clenching her hands.

“His Majesty should rest first, because in another week your coronation as the new Emperor will be carried out. For advisory and other board issues. Leave it to the servant,” Darius gives another alternated to delay everything.

Princess Alessa looked at Darius for a long time then nodded. “I will follow your advice, prepare my room,” Princess Alessa got up from her singletons and stuck out a hand at Darius.

At a time like this, Darius loved it. He can be with the Princess for longer, he will serve Princess Alessa for the rest of his life.

Arriving at the room, Princess Alessa undid all her clothes without feeling uncomfortable with the existence of Darius. To him Darius was already like a part of him. Darius saved him from the brink of death.

“Call the ladies, I want to be massaged for a while,” Princess Alessa orders after wearing the bath dress.

“If you don't mind, let me just massage you Your Majesty,” bargained Darius.

“You can?” Princess Alessa was wearing only a piece of silk cloth that covered the beautiful curves of her body. The goddess of nirvana. Her beauty is matchless. His blue eyes are able to make anyone drift away from his charm.

“Hamba can, Your Majesty,” Darius looked down.

“Alright, massage me. I felt a little sore,” Princess Alessa stretched her neck that was as smooth white as milk.

Princess Alessa entered the pool of water with a sprinkling of red roses, the combination of color with her skin makes the figure of Princess Alessa more attractive and beautiful. He leaned against the side of the pond and waited until Darius had his foot on him. Darius' strong and rough hands give a touch of their own to Princess Alessa.

“I feel a little amused,” saying Princess Alessa really makes Darius hold his breath. It was fortunate that Princess Alessa was turning her back. Otherwise, the Princess would definitely see how red Darius' face was at the moment.

“If it is too hard, you should tell servant,” Darius reminded. The man tried to calm his beating heart.

“It's delicious... hm…. Yeah... there, oh... You're great!”

Darius did not answer. Just this time he heard the sound of shahdu belonging to Princess Alessa. A voice that can invite something that shouldn't exist. Darius stiffened and immediately withdrew his hand.

“Darius? Why stop?” Princess Alessa turned to Darius who was already standing behind her.

“Hamba... stomach of sick servant!”

“You have stomach pain?”

“I-iya... I will call a dayang to come here!”.

“And I love your massage. Alright, you also rest!” Princess Alessa is a little disappointed. But, how else? Don't let Darius get sick. That'll make it bother. Because he was so dependent on Darius.

“Good Your Majesty. Forgive me, and thank you!”

Darius leaves Princess Alessa still in the bath.

Tbc.