In an underground dungeon of House Astalon, Mithras sat with Honoria on his lap, holding Arian's stone mirror at the comatose heiress' face. A large '6,000' flashed above the mirror, causing 6,000 ener crystals to fly out of Mithras' Sid Card and pour into the surface.
The moment next, Honoria's eyes regained their light, and she reeled back, stumbling as she tried to put as much distance between Mithras and her as she could. Her back hit a wall, and Mithras appeared at her left, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Oh now don't be a stranger, you're breaking my heart. Rumors of our little adventure have already gone through the capital. Everyone knows you fell so hard for me you had to jump me at midnight. It is national news. So much so that your boss now wants me to marry you.
Such a nice boss you got. She will even let me pick the terms of the contract." Mithras whispered in Honoria's ear, pulling the court attendant towards his chest, and cupping a feel of her breasts.
"Ohh…" Honoria's cheeks flushed instantly, her breath growing ragged as Mithras' Human Aphrodisiac pheromones lit her body on fire. This was the reason why Honoria instinctively tried to get away from Mithras. By now, the rabbit girl realized that Mithras' body basically worked like an aphrodisiac. His breath, scent, touch, all contributed to arousing nearby females 24/7, meaning that if she didn't escape now, she'd soon be bouncing on his dick again.
But escape where?
"What do you think? Do you want to marry me?" Mithras asked in a serious tone, the words making Honoria's sapphire eyes narrow in confusion.
"You would…agree?" Was Mithras really the type to let the royal family control his destiny? Honoria couldn't believe it.
"Who knows. It's the Queen Mother's wish after all. Just like that thing in the royal palace that helped you obtain the Pyretic Demon Orchid. Those aren't entities you can resist, right?" Mithras rhetorically asked, and realizing she'd been exposed, Honoria reeled back—shivering from head to toe.
"Don't worry, I understand. You didn't really have a choice. But I guess the Queen Mother won't see things that way. Your secret is safe with me though. I got nothing to gain from exposing you…yet," Mithras said, and snapped his fingers, summoning the marriage contract.
"What…do you want?" Realizing that she was being blackmailed, Honoria asked.
"I put a king-class aura modulator in your heart. Use it to mask the gains you've obtained from my dick and maintain your Sid rank to what it was before we met.
Don't worry, no one under Blood Authority will be able to see through that modulator. It might even bring you unexpected benefits. Do what I tell you to the letter, and you will get out of this just fine.
I might even punish you again." Mithras dropped the act, stroking Honoria's inner thighs, and feeling the traces of moistness leaking from the rabbit girl's cunt.
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Several hours later, Honoria returned to the royal palace, meeting the Queen Mother.
"I'm surprised Cassandra let you return with your limbs intact. Was convinced she'd cut off your legs at the very least." Vel'Asha broke the ice, instantly making Honoria bang her head on the floor.
"Why? Honoria, why?" Vel'Asha asked in a calm and deadpan voice hiding undertones of disappointment.
"Have you seen him? Hard to resist and made me lose my head for a moment."
"That's it? You want me to believe that a ruthless and ambitious girl like you made such a big mistake…for a moment of lust?" When Vel'Asha reached this point, a wave of Sid rolled out of her eyes, slamming into Honoria and studying her body from head to toe.
But try as she might, the queen mother couldn't find anything.
"The best of us make mistakes. Your majesty, with your experience I'm sure you understand that even the most ambitious of woman can derail her life for the right one. It would seem I've found my one." Honoria replied without hesitation, making Vel'Asha tilt her head with a mysterious smile.
"How sweet. I'm fulfilling your wish then. Don't worry, Honoria, I will make sure the heads of the high aristocracy assemble for your wedding. I'm reading here that your husband wants a traditional wedding ceremony dedicated to the Red God. No problem. We'll have the queen invite a Red Cloud Priestess.
I'm just feeling sorry for the crown prince. That poor boy is going nuts. We might as well have him deliver the royal family's gifts. Let him meet your husband and see for himself the human poison that made you go insane," the queen mother said, and hearing that last line, Honoria couldn't help but cringe a little.
Meanwhile, the queen mother stayed true to her words, personally reaching out to the dukes, marquesses and counts to have them send gifts and gather for Honoria's wedding. House Astalon too spread the word, leading the various noble houses to congratulate the new couple.
The mere fact that Mithras had been appointed a Royal Shadow led those nobles to bring thousands of ener crystals to his door. Mithras welcomed them all, securing guests for the upcoming wedding ceremony.
"Father, you can't be serious!" One such guest was currently throwing a tantrum in the royal palace, banging the table of Gaiseric's royal office:
He was the crown prince of the Blood Smelting Kingdom: Lysander di Uriah.
"It's the queen mother's will. She wants you to deliver the royal gifts yourself and meet Honoria's husband. Who knows, in the near future, he might be one of the pillars of the state." Gaiseric repeated his mother's orders, making his son's eyes go bloodshot.
"First you prevent me from making her my consort! Second, you make me watch as she falls into the hands of a servant! And now you want me to present the gifts for their wedding? Father, what evil have I done? What harm have I committed that you keep provoking me like this?!
Present the gifts?
Bullshit!
The only thing I will present…is my sword running through his chest!" Prince Lysander made a bold claim.
A few moments later, Lysander had delivered the royal gifts--rubbing his swollen face that had gotten beaten so badly by Gaiseric that the once dashing crown prince now looked like a pig's buttocks.