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  • “Why not?” I smiled over my shoulder. “The Noble Court-” “The Noble court will fall in line, because you will make sure that they do, Lord Ternias.” I said softly, amateur “Am I not your queen? Have I not given you an order?” “I can’t do the impossible.” I looked at the tapestry of crests. “King Dreus is betting that our greed will divide us. It is a safe bet. But he’s also betting that I won’t risk evoking the ire of the Noble Court, and that is where he erred. He thought he put me in an impossible quagmire; unable to capitulate to his ultimatum, and so unable to contest the increasing tariffs he imposes. Well, I’ll call his bet, and see his bluff. Our emissary will nail our proclamation of sovereign recognition to his court’s door, and we’ll see if his merchant governors are willing to keep playing along with him then.” “It’s not just the Noble Court.” Ternias said, “What will we tell the people?! That you recognize your Indian sister as the rightful ruler of the Midlands? Do you want a real rebellion, Your Highness?” “The people?” I giggled at Ternias, and pinched his cheek. “My lord, the people will love me for this.” “What?” “In one breath, I’ll recognize the kingdom of Alkandra.” I rolled my eyes to him, “And in the next, I will declare war on it.” Ternias opened his mouth, then closed it. He nodded. “But then we run the risk of Dreus doubling-down on his tariffs. Instead of escalating things gradually, he might call us bad-actors, and impose all the tariffs at once.” “I have a feeling that we won’t be considered the bad-actors for long.” I chuckled. Ternias looked quizzically at me. “What have you done?” “Every fire needs a spark to start.” I smiled innocently, “I just gave Yavara a box of matches.” He chewed on his lip, his calculating eyes scanning me, the map, then the tapestry of houses. “So, you’ve goaded her into attacking us. That’s wonderful and all, but you still have one problem.” I slide them down my legs and my junk is out in the open air. “You'll have to wait out in the car while I go in. No shirt, no shoes, no service.” Tell your wife that you’re feeling under the weather and that you can’t come. “These are fine silk.” I mumbled stupidly, as if the bedsheets were of foremost concern. No husband to spank her child. "That's me...", she sobbed, "masturbating like a stupid little lesbian slut... as I watch my brother fuck my girlfriend's cunt with a cattle prod and then discharge it into her pussy." Sarah poked her head out and smiled at them. Satish moved back and locking her bedroom door stepped inside the bathroom pushing the door to shut. “You’re right,” she responded with one eyebrow raised, “it is easy for me to say. but we gotta be careful. When Paula opens the door, there’s a whole amateur heard of people. "What were they doing while you ran around like a nudist?" after that start licking my asshole. Except, of course, with my unbeatable hand. “Mom,” he growled, pulling his mouth from me. “I... But all he could do was watch her tight ass disappear into the distance as she strutted away, heels clicking on the concrete. "We want to look pretty for you." The rest of the trip was fine I stopped teasing her and we actually had a nice conversation. She triggered the remote on her keys and a white Bugatti blinked its lights and chirped in response. For Indian a second I felt bad for the poor man. He must be dying. He was hard and he was enjoying doing this to his helpless girl. Then Pinkie and Sammie leant forward placing their jugs on the lower beam.