Chapter 41

'And what are the chances that we would succeed if we decide to attack her now?" Mace was doing everything to make sure he defeated his enemy, he had developed an obsession with Arcadia, and the image that she would be at his feet.
'The chances are pretty low master, we need to do something to weaken her first and I have a plan, we just need to draw her into our palace, make sure she is alone and then we pounce on her." He turns to his master with a satisfied grin on his face and when Mace thought about it, it made quite a lot of sense.
'Isolate the Queen and take her down, she won't be able to handle all of us." He smiled wickedly and congratulates his Beta, 'you're doing a fantastic job Czar, I'm impressed." He praises,
'Anything to please my master," he bows a bit, 'I don't know where Loki is at this moment, he always does the weirdest things these days." He sighs to himself before sighting his dream woman, 'my my, take a look at her Master." He points to Orla who was playing in the garden, she was in her green silky dress and was enjoying her time with herself, but he was seeing a prey instead.
'Loki already told us not to touch her, the least we can do is actually not do anything with her." He shifts his eyes away from Orla before he is forced to approach her,
'But he isn't here, we would make sure we bribe her, she isn't aware of anything so how can she know?" He is already moving ahead until Mace grabbed him by his hair,
'Why don't we go to the prison instead?" The suggestion made his hair stand in excitement and he decided to follow him.
They pass the walls of the palace and go deeper and deeper, whipping sounds could be heard with screams and groans, when they reach the prison, it's filled with all manner of slaves taken from the north after the war.
The women were barely dressed while the men did their best to protect their mates until they were shipped into submission, only to watch them be raped over and over again.
Czar was already drooling at the sight of the women, they were so fair and afraid, his best combination. He walks to one and grabs a strand of her hair, she was shivering as she was barely clothed and hadn't eaten a good meal in days.
'I like her a lot." He smiles to himself and moves to the next one, which they were all in shackles, he reaches out to touch her but she shifts away from him, Making sure not to have eye contact with him, 'she's fiesty, a lot like the Queen don't you think?" His corny joke makes Mace laugh but he had already seen his gold.
A slender girl, just about the age of 18, she was scared to death but her sisters did their best to calm her down but she just couldn't. That was the one Mace wanted. She looked quite a lot like Arcadia and he felt that one day Arcadia would shiver like that, barely wearing anything. He would push her crown off and put himself in between her legs.
Yes….he wanted that. He reaches out and they all look at him, before looking at the girl, they didn't have a choice, she didn't have a choice. She places her hand in his and he lifts her off her feet,
'Hello beautiful," she was indeed beautiful as all women were, but she resembled Arcadia, that's why he took her, she nods slowly and he smiles sinisterly, 'I hope we have a good time." He whispers in her ears and it makes her cower even more.
He turns to see his Beta taking three women, he laughs a little and he knew his master was making fun of him,
'Won't you take more than her?" He points to the girls behind him but he was satisfied with the Queen's lookalike, 'if you wish, I would have a beautiful night." He was happy with his picks, most of them giving him death glares but he didn't care since he would get what he wanted anyway.
But Czar was selfish, there was something about Orla that attracted him to her. He wanted to taste her, how innocently she would look at him as he reached for her flower. How she would moan and scream under him, he wanted that. He wanted to own her. Loki did say that she was elderly but he had never really cared.
To him a woman is a woman, and if she is good then she is good. And he believed Orla was very very good.
'That is a good idea Queen, we would ambush them and then drive them out of the palace so we can take back our people." Asher commends her for the plan as he took a small stroll with her, the stars were twinkling and she was happy that her plan made a bit of sense,
'I'm happy about that, I cannot imagine what my people have had to go through in the hands of that devil." She couldn't imagine the pain, all her women must be abused everyday knowing fully well what Mace thinks of women. And her soldiers, they would be covered with scars as punishment for not bowing their heads. She wanted them out of there immediately.
'I understand but patience is extremely important my Queen, if we are not careful then it can backfire at us." He preaches but she is lost in thought, 'my Queen? My Queen? Arcadia?" She hears him at the last statement,
'Sorry Ash, it's just a lot on me, I haven't been sleeping properly lately." She rubs her tired orbs, she had began to age and have bags just like her mother. She would need more make up now.
'What? We need to fix that. Would you prefer to have someone in your bed?" He smiles to himself and this makes her giggle, 'at least by the time I'm done with you, you would have no choice but to fall asleep." He praises himself.
'I'll be expecting you then." And her response shocks all the confidence out of him,
'My Queen you're not serious are you?! Master would kill me if he found out that I touched you!" His ruler was too much for him, she only laughs and walks ahead, 'my Queen!! Wait!!" He begins to jog after her.
That was the last one, his women were spent as he didn't spare their fragile bodies. He was especially rough on them this time around, they were disgusting to him but they gave him the pleasure he desired. But one woman was still on his mind; Orla.
He wraps a robe around himself and goes out looking for her, she should be asleep by now but he knew her like the back of his palm, she was probably wondering around the whole palace. But he could not find her. Not by smell but by hearing.
He turns down a corner and he could hear bells, and it was a relief to him, he hides behind the column to see her gawking at everything, she was so innocent and naïve.
She stops for a while before moving again, her steps slower this time around, Czar wondered if she had noticed that someone was around her, but she was more interested in the giant painting that hung on the wall. He uses it as an opportunity to sneak behind her, about to rope his big arms around her enticing curves, he was dying to feel her soft she was and her breath on his skin.
That was until someone grabbed him by the neck.