Ristan’s eyes were acting like lasers, as if he could stare hard enough to see through the dress Olivia wore.
Sinjinn’s mouth was tight, probably because his wife’s ample cleavage was exposed, and her figure was back, thanks to her inhuman healing. Zahruk stared at me cautiously, which was disheartening.
I was positive he felt that at any moment, the entire palace would implode because of the tension filling the room, and I was the only one who could hurt the king, whom he protected. Asrian, on the other hand, appeared to be considering ways to hide the perfected body of his wife, who wore nothing more than a dress created of shadows.
We were fucking hot, and everyone was fully aware of it. Even the males entering the room took notice, staring at me and then the entire row of women dressed scantily, oozing sex from our pores.
I sat up straighter as the guard brought forth a chubby man who hadn’t even bothered brushing his hair before coming to court. His wife fidgeted with her torn, work-worn dress. Looking them over, I noted her hands were calloused, while his were soft. Her skin was red from burning beneath the sun’s unforgiving heat; his wasn’t. In fact, his skin looked as if it hadn’t ever seen the sun, he was so pasty.
“My Queen, this is Dothan, and his wife, Clara,” the clerk said. “His wife has not fed him properly and is charged with neglecting her husband.”
My eyes moved from the couple to the clerk and then back to the couple. “You’re not feeding your husband?”
“He refuses to provide shelter for our children and me. We have twelve mouths to feed, and the roof hasn’t been patched in months. He expects me to take care of the children, fix the house, and tend the fields while he watches. I am also supposed to care for the animals we sell to live off year-round.”
“Is this true?” I asked Dothan.
“No,” he sneered and waited.
“No? That’s it?” I tapped my finger on the arm of the throne impatiently.
“Clara was gifted to me and is mine to feed from whenever I want.”
“And does Clara tend to the children, the fields, the livestock, and your house?”
“She was gifted.”
“And?” I demanded, losing my patience.
“And she is my wife. She does what I want her to do, and she feeds me when I want to be fed! Clara refuses to suck my cock when I demand it from her, saying she is too tired from working in the fields. She smells like horse shit most days, and should be happy I even allow her into our bedroom after she’s tended the livestock! How is a man supposed to be able to get his cock sucked when the stupid bitch does nothing but complain?” Dothan looked to the men around him for support, and they nodded their heads in agreement.
“So you want to get your cock sucked, is that it?” I asked carefully.
“Exactly,” he smiled, licking his lips, regarding me with a beady glare.
I snapped my fingers, and the sound of Dothan’s spine cracking and breaking echoed throughout the room as those around him gasped. I glared coldly at him with amusement as a horrified look of pain tore through him. He hunched awkwardly in a painful position, and several pops sounded as his bones fused, preventing them from being healed. I inspected my handiwork with a satisfying smirk on my lips.
“What the hell did you do to my back?” Dothan demanded from his newly hunched form.
“I removed a portion of your spine so that you may suck your own cock. That way, your wife can continue to do everything while you enjoy sitting around on your ass, pleasuring yourself.” I smiled at his wife and dismissed them, tapping the staff on the floor again. “Next.” The entire room was eerily silent as Clara helped her husband out of the room, snickering on her way to the doors.
“My Queen, this is Darrion. His