Ch. 33 - Misaya's Dance

Ch. 33 - Misaya's Dance
Meanwhile, in Misaya's room.

Grant walked into the room, but the guards blocked him. They bowed respectfully but did not let him in.

"I'm sorry, General. Nobody can visit Lady Misaya right now except her maid. His Majesty orders no one to enter and forbids Lady Misaya to leave," the guard said.

Grant looked at the two guards in turn; his aura was so strong that they looked at each other but were afraid to let him pass.

"His Majesty won't know I'm coming unless you tell him. But if you do not give me passage now, I assure you that you will not survive here until tomorrow afternoon," Grant said calmly, fully aware of the position and power that was in his hands.

The two guards were terrified. They didn't want to be kicked out of the palace, as it was their only source of income. After weighing Grant's words, they realized there was some truth to them—Lucian wouldn't know unless someone reported them. Finally, they bowed and stepped aside.

Grant walked quickly into the room.

It was already past midnight, but Misaya was still sitting on the sofa, looking bored and playing with her cosmetics. When she saw Grant coming, she immediately perked up and stood up.

"General Grant, what took you so long to come here?" Misaya greeted him.

Grant hugged the woman and walked straight to the sofa. "I'm a general now. I can't move around as I please. Let alone enter His Majesty's Lady's room. Besides, I'll get in trouble if I visit you during the day while you're under house arrest."

Misaya pouted. She then told him what had happened and how Lucian preferred Elena over her.

Grant had also heard that Lucian had taken Elena in and let her sleep in his room-something never happened before.

"What is His Majesty thinking?!" Misaya snapped.

Grant sighed deeply. He was against Elena's life. For him, Emeria and the entire palace must be burned to the ground. That alone was not enough to pay for his pain and vengeance. Every time he remembered what they did to his father until his death, he couldn't sleep peacefully.

So how could he forgive them now that Gaulle had finally risen? He also didn't understand why Lucian forgave all palace servants except the bodyguard who escorted Wilhelm. To him, Lucian's attitude was too lenient.

"I want that slave dead! No matter what!" Misaya hissed.

Grant nodded. "I know. But you can't act rashly. Trust me with everything."

Misaya looked at Grant. "What are you planning to do?"

"His Majesty has control over everything in the kingdom. But there are things he has no power over. I will use them," Grant replied.

"What do you mean?" Misaya still did not understand.

"Right now, the kings from another kingdom are not satisfied with His Majesty's treatment of Emeria's princess. They want justice. They will not rest until Elena is dead and tortured."

Misaya widened her eyes, then smiled, seeing hope before her. "So they will force His Majesty to kill the slave?"

"His Majesty would not be able to win without the help of all of them. He has a responsibility to comply with their wishes, or else we will have to go to war, which is suicide in the current situation."

Misaya grinned widely, happier to hear that. So, it was inevitable that Lucian would have to kill Elena. Ah, she was so happy.

"When will they sue His Majesty?" Misaya asked impatiently.

Grant looked at Misaya closely. "You can take it easy. Trust me with everything."

Misaya felt a huge relief in her chest, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

"But, before that, you know what to do, Misaya," Grant said, smiling mischievously.

Misaya fell silent, looking heavy-hearted, but Grant held many of her secrets, leaving her unable to resist.

Moments later, Misaya stripped off all her clothes and danced erotically in front of Grant. Unlike Lucian, Grant loved art and tenderness.

The woman stretched her legs on the table, twisting her body to show every curve. Grant, already aroused, pulled Misaya's legs and kissed her labia, making her moan.

"Ohhh... General." Misaya trembled uncontrollably.

Grant undoed his zipper. "Accept this! You deserve it!" He fucked her impatiently.

Viera, who pretended to be asleep, heard everything—wild moans and sighs—until finally, a satisfied moan escaped Grant's lips.



In Lucian's room, the king and Riven looked at each other in confusion as Elena continued to cry.

The girl sobbed without stopping. "I'm really sorry... you should just kill me... huhu..."

Lucian repeatedly asked her to stop, but Elena heard nothing. Her eyes were swollen, and she seemed lost in crying.

"Do something!" Lucian ordered Riven.

Riven looked confused. He couldn't do anything. He stood there awkwardly.

Lucian shook his head in frustration. He clutched the girl's body. "Stop, and if you don't stop, I'll send you back to the dungeon!" He threatened.

He wasn't sure if the girl heard him, but her crying slowed down.

"I'm sorry..." she said softly.

Elena straightened her position and clung to Lucian tighter. "My back hurts..."

"I've treated you, so don't waste it with your crying! You got everything as a slave; be grateful. If you had been your father's slave, you would have been minced meat!" Lucian grumbled, but slowly rubbed the girl's back carefully. The scar felt uneven, so he made sure not to worsen things.

Elena was still sobbing. Then she tightened her embrace again. "My father is really evil. I'm really sorry for your suffering." Her words were slurred between sobs.

"I heard your name several times when I was a princess," Elena recalled. "I was so naive; I only knew you were an enslaved prince."

Elena recalled the first time she saw Lucian. He was whipped by his father's guards. The memory was vague, but she remembered Lucian's stifled scream. She remembered his body covered in blood from his lashes.

Elena didn't hear Lucian begging for mercy; the man endured it all with a clenched fist. Then she remembered the guard pressing his head to the ground and forcing him to eat like a dog.

At the time, Elena was hiding behind a wall, terrified. She cried when she saw the guard playing with his body with a knife, causing him to bleed profusely.

Elena noticed Lucian's angry eyes looking down at her. She didn't know that he had buried all of his hatred in his heart.

Lucian clenched his fists as Elena vividly recounted those memories he wanted to forget. But he knew the girl wasn't completely sober at the moment.

"That day, I vowed to take back my kingdom, kill your father, and make you my slave," Lucian hissed. "And today, I have proved myself and my oath. You have bowed to my feet."