12

Alpha King Orizon.

Yolanda strips in front of me.

I am lying on a sumptuous bed. My posture is relaxed, one arm casually drapes over my face while my eyes, half-lidded, are fixed in a distant gaze, lost in a realm that is far from my immediate surroundings. One can say that my expression is of utter nonchalance but yet, at different intervals I am reminded that there is someone doing a mesmerizing dance before him.

“Your majesty?” Yolanda’s seductive voice takes me out of my thoughts.

“Yes.” I answer.

“You are not paying attention.” She says, using her hands to hold her naked breasts and she begins to walk up to me. I exhale, placing a hand across my hair to get it out of my face as I gulp the glass of wine in front of me. Yolanda collects the glass of wine from my hands and takes her hands offs her breast. Gently, she settles her head onto my chest.

“Why do I feel like you are worried, your majesty?” Yolanda asks.

“It’s because I am.” I answer.

“Matters of state?” She asks, raising h