⁜ Knight Emma POV
"Please... Slow down. My wounds aren't healed!"
"Stop being a coward, my dear prince."
In the deep reaches of the southern wilds, Prince Valos, covered in cuts and bruises, crawled along the ground wearing a filthy outfit.
Thanks to the royal children being hidden from most of the crystals, Knight Emma had an enjoyable assessment using the Prince as her shield.
'To think this useless man without a working cock would be so useful.'
"Why are you so cruel to your future king? Aga!?"
Emma didn't like this male, but the fact he could endure her sadistic tendencies left her with a bitter taste inside her mouth as she felt her body heating.
'Sister. This man ruined your marriage and future and left you at such a stage.'
'But forgive me, I think he is a man created just to give me pleasure!'
