Despite her cheerful and lively exterior, Mikaya loathed being here in Zanzan, being forced here by her lord father.
Even after she had thrown a tantrum about Zanzan being a dump, her usually indulgent father remained adamant, leaving her no choice but to board the ship.
And true to her words, she found Zanzan to be one huge dump if there was one.
In fact, it proved to be even more of a dump than she had originally thought.
She had nothing to do here, no friends, and no fellow nobles to talk and chat to and the new pasha and his family were all hicks who did nothing but work, even freely mixing themselves among the servants, which she found disgusting.
Even now, seeing how Gelene and Mean were sitting at the same table as her and eating the same food out of the same plates made her skin crawl.
But these were not her biggest grievances.
What she dearly missed were all her boy toys back in Matrak.
And she especially regretted the time being wasted right now.
Because, as her father was made prime minister, it meant that he could no longer be in Matrak to supervise her, meaning she could have been having the time of her life right now.
Winter was the time to party and her heart ached at the thought of missing out on all the lavish feasts, huge hunting competitions, extravagant costume parties, and gorgeous balls that were taking place, all accompanied by wild sex orgy parties for days.
Usually, her father would curb her prurience to some extent, but without him she could have gone completely wild, even running through the streets naked if she wanted to.
Just thinking about how those strong, powerful men would melt under her coy look, how they would crawl and kneel underneath her please their Queen just at the flick of her finger, how they would lick and kiss her shameful holes to gain a tiny bit of flavor from her, and how they would hump like monkeys against her, their strong rods filling both her holes, their long, hard spears hitting her deepest point each time they thrust inside her, making her roar and roll her tongue out in pleasure, the thick phalluses almost rubbing against each other as they moved in and out of her two holes with just a thin membrane separating them, their large sacks smashing against her wet cunt, their muscular thighs colliding fiercely with her fleshly ass, and at last the feeling of being topped up with the white, thicky goodness in both her holes, just thinking about all these made her almost cream herself.
But instead of taking part in such pleasures of the flesh, instead of repeatedly having her mind fucked out of her for days by men she wouldn’t remember the faces of, she was sent here of all places, forced to nanny her two nieces.
Worse still, the men here seemed like wooden blocks, dickless and spineless wimps in her opinion as all the guards would run away or simply outright refuse her advances saying it was the Pasha’s direct command.
The palace guards here were after all Alexander’s most trusted ones and they did not want to ruin their bright future because of one ill-advised fling.
They were also fearful of Mikaya as Alexander, remembering Mikaya’s proclivities, had held a special meeting for his guards and male servants, informing them who Mikaya’s father was and telling them that he had a tendency to kill all servants that did such deeds with her precious daughter.
“You are not to respond to any advances that the noble lady makes towards you. Even if the act is consensual, remember that nobles are unreasonable and so if her father finds out about you, I cannot help you. This is your one and last warning,” Alexander gave them an exaggerated warning,
And it worked as evidenced by Mikaya’s displeasure.
‘Arghh..I need some strong, thick cocks to destroy my pussy and ass or I’m gonna lose it,’ Mikaya was almost going through a withdrawal syndrome as she felt as if her body was always kept on the edge but never able to have a release.
It was driving her crazy.
Then she swore, ‘Hmmmp, just wait till I write next month’s letter,’ as she made up her mind to write her heart out in the letter, almost trying to make it look like that Zanzan was a dead city with shambling plague zombies roaming the streets.
After Miyaka’s rude comment, comparing Alexander to a simple cook, the warm atmosphere around the table felt like it had turned into a frozen snowscape.
Like Cambyses and Mean, who were in the middle of taking the stringy pasta into their mouth were made frozen as they looked quite comical with their mouth wide open and their eyes bulging.
Ophenia was much worse, as the girl went almost deathly pale, then almost instantly later, color returned to her face in the form of hot red rage.
“Your lordships, Mikaya didn’t mean anything…” The Queen mother quickly spoke up in a bit of a panicked voice.
There was being spoiled and then there was being rude.
But she was quickly cut off by Alexander’s boisterous laughter, “Haha, to be able to cook for the princess is the greatest honor of this small mercenary. Once this civil war is over, I will certainly try to take that post. I hope Your Grace’s offer will still stand till then.”
Instead of being offended or defending himself, Alexander just shamelessly accepted the offer.
And this made Mikaya stumble for the first time as her smile froze for a fraction of a second and her lips twitched in astonishment.
‘So shameless. Lacking any honor of a noble,’ She swore in her heart as she flashed an awkward smirk and then quickly went back to eating, becoming quiet as a church mouse.
Alexander’s reply also helped to destroy the tense atmosphere as his own self-deprecating comment was followed by Cambyses’s, “Your Grace should be careful. Alex is a very disobedient slave. That’s why I let him go.”
“That’s right, that’s right. Alex always acted like he was the master when he was under mistress. He’s incorrigible,” Mean too happily dumped on Alexander.
Mikaya only silently her meal, the creamy dish feeling like rubber to her.
The sarcasm thrown at her felt like the biting winds of winter and she couldn’t remember the last time she was humiliated like this.
The only reason why she was still sitting there was because the Queen-mother had sent a deathly glare to her, signaling her to stay put and she didn’t dare antagonize that dangerous woman.
After this ‘light-hearted’ banter, Alexander decided to move the conversation elsewhere.
“How has it been settling in Zanzan Queen-mother? Any problem?” Alexander asked Seelima.
“Oh, everything’s been fine. Not to mention the hospitality, just the fact that the great pasha is cooking us such heavenly dishes is enough to overwhelm us. We are honored beyond words, beyond words,” The Queen-mother exaggeratedly praised Alexander, only she privy to the knowledge of how much of it she actually meant.
“Where, where, this is too poor. Too poor for god-kins such as yourselves,” Alexander let out some empty puffery.
He then turned to Hellma to ask the same question, and only received a wall of silence as the girl pretended to be engrossed in her meal.
“Pasha Alexander, I do apolozize. It’s just that everything is so new to her,” The Queen mother quickly said to Alexander, flashing an awkward smile.
“Haha, no, no, it’s okay. It’s my fault for serving dinner so late. Of course, she will be hungry. My apologies, my apologies,” But Alexander made it look like he was at fault for not getting the answer to his question.
This humbleness both pleased and a little embarrassed Queen- mother Seelima.
They were supposed to be nobles who were supposed to be teaching Alexander the virtues of being a noble- valor, courage, and humility.
But up until now, it was him that was teaching them humility.
Alexander treated such cold shoulders as harmless breeze, nice to brush your skin against but nothing more.
The reception he was receiving was everything he had thought it would be and in fact, everything he was hoping it would be.
After all, even Alexander would feel a bit bad backstabbing a good friend or ally.
With these thoughts, he turned to the last of his guest, the twins.
“Are the twin Highnesses having any difficulty fitting in? Any problems with the weather? Or troubles sleeping?” Alexander asked in a concerned voice. .
“No, we are fine,” Azira curtly replied.
“Yes, we are fine,” Azura emulated her sister.
“That’s good, that’s good,” Alexander nodded happily.
And then raised a topic he was angling towards, “Do the two Highnesses miss the temple? Do you want to return to the temple of Ramuh?”
The moment Alexander said that the twins froze in place in shock, as moments later their eyes looked at Alexander with a burning hatred.
‘How dare he says that to us?’ They screamed in their heart.