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"I should see how my wives are doing now that I'm done" Nolan basically sprung up from the seat as the thought of seeing his beloved wives filled him with energy.
He intentionally avoiding looking at the desk as he walked toward the door in fear that papers would appear from thin air. Nolan didn't even glance back at his office that he was starting to hate, He even thought about burning it down once or twice.
'I can't afford to build a new one though' Nolan sighed finding his way into the hallway that had seen better days.
The truth was that fighting with the empire wasn't just a strain when it came to strength but also financially. Despite the former king's, His father's ignorance he still left the kingdom in an average state. Yet throughout the past couple of years thousands of gold coins had been funneled into keeping the empire at bay while their income was at an all time low.
"…." Nolan sighed seeing the walls that had slowly worn out.
"It will all be fine soon" He told himself as his hands found their way into his pockets.
Within the next few days the delegation would finally arrive and he hopefully wouldn't need to worry about such things. If anything what bothered him most were the greedy nobles, They sent spare change to the royal family acting loyal while keeping the majority for themselves. Nolan would have wiped have of them out if the kingdom could handle a civil war, Which it couldn't at this time.
"Your majesty" A voice drew him out of his thoughts as he saw a servant bowing respectfully.
"Do you know where Daisy is?" Nolan nodded in response and was about to walk away before he stopped.
"Um…" The servant looked up with a confused face making Nolan shake his head with a sigh.
"The saint" He said simply and the understanding instantly filled the servants face as he nodded.
"Y~yes my king she's in the chapel" His voice was slightly shaky probably because he didn't even know the name of the kingdoms queen.
'It's not surprising since most of the commoners just call her saint' Nolan wasn't aggrieved and nodded as he continued to walk.
"Thank you" He thanked the servant who quickly went about his duties.
'She's always in the chapel isn't she' Nolan shook his head wondering why he even asked such a stupid question in the first place.
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The capital was completely silent, broken only by the faint whisper of wind outside. Sunlight filtered through the frosted windows casting a soft diffused glow over the interior. The light seemed to shimmer as it passed through the intricate frostwork creating delicate patterns that danced across the stone floor.
At the center of the room stood a statue of a woman carved from pale marble. The carving was majestic making you want to give respect to those who had created such a sculpture, But where her face should have been there was only a smooth, blank surface.
The striking absence that gave her an air of mystery and unknowable power. Her arms were outstretched in a gesture of both welcome and solemnity offering silent comfort to those who came to her.
"Oh Goddess" A delicate voice that soothed the ears broke the comfortable silence.
The serene voice came from a figure who was kneeling at the base of the statue with their head bowed in deep prayer. She was as an unworldly beauty who could have been mistaken for the goddess herself. Soft her plump lips in the shape or a heart and long lashes visible even from a distance, Her small hands clasped together over her face as strands of pink hair cascaded out of the black and white headdress she wore.
The women's outfit was as modest as it could be covering every inch of her skin besides her hands and her face, Yet with such a developed body it was impossible to hide her drool worth curves that could make any man weak in the knees. Alluring wide hips that jutted out to her sides and a narrow waist creating a perfect hourglass.
Her feet covered in socks were squished underneath a voluminous buttocks of nothing but pure meat. The fabric from the black nun's dress was supposed to be loose and yet it was stretched almost thin hanging on for dear life. The front wasn't any better with two mounds of flesh squashed between her chest and knees as she prayed, The supple breasts bulging out the sides.
The sunlight, streaming through the windows, bathed them in a soft glow, casting long shadows behind them. Their form was still, almost as if carved from the same stone as the statue above, lost in quiet reverence before the faceless monument of devotion.
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