The twins were first amazed and then appalled by Alexander’s gall.
First, using tricks and threats he stole from them.
Then he made them recount the entire thing in front of an entire crowd as they got booed.
And then at last, he got them ex-communicated which for them felt worse than getting stabbed in the heart.
So, for Alexander to suggest such a thing made them incensed as Azira spat out, “And why are we in this place in the first place, you scoundrel?”
“That’s right, that’s right. It’s because of you bad man! You…cheat,” Azura nodded to her sister’s words, equally furious that the culprit behind everything was teasing them about this.
Alexander was not all offended by this display of hostility.
On the contrary, compared to the passive-aggressive display by the others, he quite liked this frank display very much.
He even found their anger a bit cute as among all the facades and fake smiles, it was always refreshing to see such honest feelings.
But someone who didn’t find it funny was the Queen-mother Seelima.
“Azira, Azura, manners!” The Queen mother sharply glared at the twins, as she felt a migraine coming from having to manage the three adult children and one actual child at the table who seemed to have forgotten all noble etiquette.
‘Never be rude to even your most hated enemy,’ was the motto of all Adhanian nobility, meaning there was no room for ill manners and discourteousness in the noble circle.
A motto that all four of her company had failed to live up to today.
‘Thankfully Alexander is mild-tempered and easygoing. I certainly would not have stood for such coarseness,’ The Queen-mother thanked the stars that the pleasant meal atmosphere had not yet been destroyed.
And then swore, ‘After dinner, I will have to teach these scoundrels how to talk and act in front of a noble, in front of a pasha,’ The Queen mother’s eyes subconsciously narrowing looking at the four miscreants.
But according to Alexander, the Queen mother was overreacting, as he let out another large grin and chuckled, “Your Highnesses are right. I did get you excommunicated. And for that, I apologize.”
After that Alexander slightly bowed his head causing the twins to be at a bit of a loss for words.
They had thought Alexander would snap at them for being rude or mock them for being weak and gullible.
And so was surprised and also a bit pleased at his apology.
This didn’t change anything but at least it was a kind of spiritual comfort.
But this presented a new problem for them, as now, they didn’t know how to advance the conversion.
And neither did anyone else at the table who all looked at Alexander with different thoughts.
Up until now Alexander had laughed and brushed off all the insults thrown at him, bending his head and spine every time.
Some like Mikaya and Hellma sneered and disdained at Alexander, ‘A mere slave dares call himself equal to us. Craven worm,’ They thought.
Azira and Azura didn’t know what to think as they found Alexander too mercurial to fit into any archetype. ．ｔ
People that knew him well like Gelene, Cambyses, and Mean had thoughts like, ‘Alex is really a slimeball. He can spew as much nonsense as he likes without batting an eye.’
While Ophenia with her zealous devotion to Alexander saw Alexander as a victim of the old bullying the new and young.
‘One day master will take ten times the revenge on all of you,’ Her eyes burned with a scary flame.
And at last, there was the Queen-mother, who had a very different reaction to all others.
Her reaction was a little unusual feeling, as it was one of fear.
Yes, fear.
Because she saw in Alexander what she had in her- the ability to take humiliation without batting an eye.
The Queen-mother Seelima did not become Queen-mother Seelima out of nowhere.
No, the amount of work she had to put in was almost mind-boggling.
After all, just surviving twenty-one years under a mad king would have been a herculean task, not to even mention surviving under a mad king as his favorite slave, a status that could evaporate in less than the blink of an eye.
But Queen-mother Seelima had done exactly that, remaining under the king’s constant gaze from the age of twelve and yet not losing his favor for a single time.
She had in reality done more than that as she remained the king’s favorite toy even after she had given birth to a girl, a sub-species to many.
And she did not do this through pride and hubris.
No, she did it through perseverance and flexibility, seeing the challenges that came along her way not as an obstacle to defeat and overcome, but as a test for her to change and adapt.
And Alexander was exactly doing that here, avoiding direct conflict with his much stronger opponent, letting himself be humiliated and losing the battle, just so that he would still have the chance to win the war.
‘Fearful,’ Queen-mother Seelima saw her in Alexander, just a more refined version, while her thoughts drifted to her own ordeal.
Serving the mad king was no easy feat.
And she had let herself be humiliated, bullied, and stepped on, just so that she could live to fight another day, to make others belittle her, to make others underestimate her, to make others lower their guard against her.
And to do that she regularly put herself in the most humiliating position possible.
Not that it was very hard doing so as the mad king regularly loved to put his favorite toy up for show and since the age of fourteen, Seelima was made to perform for the highest echelons of Adhania.
And to help her accomplish that she didn’t have just a single bliss trainer, but multiple, who all pushed her to her absolute limits, making her perform depraved acts few would dare imagine existed.
She believed she had done everything one could do related to sex on this god’s earth, and some that even god might not know.
She had been bound, gagged, and hung while the sadistic men and sometimes even women enjoyed her exotic body.
Her pink nipple had been licked, pinched, sucked, pulled, bitten, twisted, clamped, and pierced.
Her clit had suffered the same too.
Her ass had been spanked till she couldn’t sit for the next week, pierced by multiple cocks, and stretched to the point she wondered if people would be able to see what she ate that day.
Her pussy had been pounded to oblivion by what she assumed was a horse dick that god had mistakenly attached to a human and the amount of cum her hole had taken in could fill a pond.
She had been many times made to perform with her other sisters and those would be a bit more bearable as they could bear some of the brunt and thrusts.
But the king usually enjoyed her solo performances and those would always take a toll on her body, especially if there were multiple men to please, which there usually were.
The men would roughly grope and molest her, tugging and pulling at her sensitive parts with wild abandon, sticking their phallus inside all her holes whenever they felt and treating her pained moans and gags as entertaining music.
Usually, by the end of those things, she would be barely able to stand.
And this would take a turn for the worse if the king’s wife, the queen, was there to take part in the festivities.
She hated Seelima with a passion and made sure to make life as difficult as possible for the young slave girl.
Not to even mention how she would egg the other girls in the harem to bully Seelima, the queen would make her kiss her puckered hole in the morning as a greeting, making Seelima give her a rim job every morning.
She also loved to spank Seelima using a solid wooden paddle that she carried, wanting to keep the girl’s butt nice and red and she would always try to urge the king to show off his new toy to his guests, in hopes that the girl would catch one their eyes and the king would gift this eye sore to them.
And whenever Seelima would perform shows such as the water show, she would lead her cronies of noble ladies to specifically target Seelima, using their crops to always hit Seelima where it hurt her, but never broke her,
And whenever Seelima would lose control of her bladder, there would always be a lady with a chamber pot under her, making her rehydrate herself with her own fluids.
Sometimes even the guests would fill her three holes with this stuff, or just shower her in general, including the king and queen, for which Seelima earned the nickname, ‘King’s flesh toilet.’
But the Queen mother survived through all this, burying her ambition deep inside as she toiled away, slowly removing the earth under her detested foes.
Until the day, she managed to kill the two people she hated the most, the king and the queen.