The servants gasp as they stand in shock and immediately bow down with their whole bodies on the floor. Heavy steps echoed dominance and power making them shiver in fear.
Dayanara stride with her head held high as she hummed the sound of her heels tapping on the floor. The sight of her servants bowing to her, gave her the feeling of satisfaction and craving to want more.
She wanted the whole world to bow before her as she sits on top of her throne.
Arriving at her throne room, the rest of her servants and the ones she resurrected are all in the hall. Upon seeing her, they all lowered themselves with a satisfied heart.
Dayanara smirked as she sits on her bone thrown and they started hailing for her.
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"
Their voices sing melodic on Dayanara's ears as she closes her eyes, feeling their hymn. After a few minutes, Dayanara raised her hand to silence them as she stands up with her dress perfectly swayed upon her thighs.
