Farewell, King

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Zebian

A smirk never left Zebian's face as he reminisced about her expression when he whispered in her ear that he would do the spanking act with her. Her panic-stricken appearance was priceless. His most precious possession. He wondered how she would look when he would actually spank her. When her soft features would be twisted in pain and agony he would cause. When she would beg him to stop but he would only spank her harder, only to hear her laced-in-pain moan. Just what sight would that be?

He didn’t realise he was biting his lip until clicks of backing footsteps of his servants crossed his ears. He released his lip and cleared his throat, schooling his expression as he zoned back and stared himself through the mirror. Once he gave himself a full eye, he stepped down from the soapbox and walked out.

He was headed to the common chamber to collect Arlet. Though, a concubine’s actual place was in a chamber beside the king's but that solely belonged to his mistress. The one w