In Qilana's room, a small throne was filled with the most expensive quilted cushions, and Alexander sat on them.
"So there was no night raid, not even an attempt to test our guard?"
His gaze fixed on the women kneeling before them.
Venri looked at him before nodding, her face evermore respectful of him as she placed her right hand over her chest.
"Yes, it seems the woman you captured and made your slave last night was their army's most efficient and talented tactician."
"What do you think, Zilna?" He asked, with a deep voice, stroking the soft silky hair of the cat on his lap.
A cute little princess was currently sitting on his lap.
Qilana's change from last night wasn't significant; rather, she became more athletic with tighter muscles; her breasts were now bell-shaped but slightly perkier, and she had more plump buttocks but nothing significant, apart from her attitude.
