1. The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 3/15


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    finally shown Valeriya to the palace’s guest quarters. After a pair of shy maids had drawn up a bath for her, the sword-maiden had let them scrub her back and wash her hair while she relaxed in the warm, soapy water. Then after a two-hour sleep, she was woken and escorted to the great hall to dine at the king’s table. Valeriya had never seen so many varieties of fishes on a single table before. The steamed giant crab legs were refreshingly new to her palate. After the dinner, when the king had bidden farewell to the Tanacu elders, Valeriya was properly introduced to the king. This was the second king she’d ever seen, the first being the king of her native Ilimnir. Durriken had been eyeing the blonde, like rest of his court, since the moment she walked into the great hall—though he was at least trying to be subtle about it. Valeriya loved showing off her tight body in her chainmail bikini. She had gripped the hilt of her sword and stored three-fourth of her mana into the gemstone set in its pommel. And most of it had already regenerated by the time they had entered the audience chamber after dinner, so turned on was she. “39 dragons and 25 harts final,” the marsh-king declared. “And I’ll grant you an acre of land near Lake Movileni.” Calduil grant me strength… wheezed Valeriya irritatedly. And this man’s supposed to be a king! “55 dragons!” she countered in a raised, impatient tone. “And I’ll suck your dick!” If his kingship takes offense, then good! Valeriya was confident ...
    that she could cut her way out of the whole palace. The king was quite taken aback. Then his lips curved in an impish little smile. He looked at his son. Danior shrugged. “I told you she has a peculiar way of bartering.” Then he dropped his shoulders and whined at the furious blonde, “You told me I could tell…” His voice trailed off, beautiful Valeriya was looking daggers at him. The way it happened was, during dinner Durriken had declared that Valeriya was the most stunning creature to walk his halls. And if he wasn’t already married to that ‘fat cow of a woman’ Danior called mother, he would’ve made this beautiful woman his marsh-queen. Danior then irately boasted that he had already fucked this beautiful woman in her beautiful ass. “48 dragons and 75 harts,” the king said, “and I get to do what Danior here did to you.” “Nooo…” groaned Danior. “And, as a gesture of good faith, I’ll also pronounce you a Protector of the Realm.” “Fine!” Valeriya said. She was tired of haggling like a bunch of grubby fishmongers. She wanted to be done with this. She had no idea what ‘Protector of the Realm’ meant, but assumed it was a worthless honorary title. She had acceded to the king’s ignoble demands just to rub it on that rat Danior’s face. Valeriya was sure Durriken would’ve agreed to the deal even without the sex. Beggars can’t be choosers, as they say. She doubted the marsh-king could afford to pay more than 50 dragons anyway. Danior got to his feet and sulkily stormed out of the room. ...
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