One hundred and fifteenth

Inside the grand chamber of King Malik, Queen Nneka took a moment to appreciate the king's handsome features up close. With a bow, she greeted him respectfully.

"Good evening, My lord," she said, her voice laced with a touch of admiration.

The King remained engrossed in writing his documents, seemingly unaware of Queen Nneka's presence. She stood there for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of how to capture his attention. The idea crossed her mind to undress, hoping that her nudity would distract the King and divert his focus towards her.

Just as Nneka contemplated her next move, King Alpha finally raised his head and noticed her presence. His gaze met hers, and he motioned for her to take a seat. A subtle blush crept up Nneka's cheeks as she obeyed his command, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the rare opportunity to have a private conversation with the King. She took her seat gracefully, trying to maintain her composure despite the racing thoughts and emotion