The Mighty Quinn Manor lay in the eastern side of the Royal Capital, a part of the city that was off-limits to the general populace. This was the sacred ground where only the Royal Family and their closest confidants could move freely.
Golden sunlight kissed the grand halls and marble paths stretched all over. The gleaming Emperor’s Palace, crafted from Golden Sun Stone, stood tall at the center, glowing like a radiant jewel against the deepening sky.
Inside the l corridors of the Emperor’s palace, Kuyya, a servant woman with a jade hairpin shaped like a snake’s head, ran breathlessly. Her hand clutched the edges of her dress, pulling it up slightly so as not to trip as her sandals slapped against the polished floors.
She came to a halt before the Queen’s Chamber, her chest rising and falling heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. With a trembling hand, Kuyya gently tapped on the heavy door, her mind racing with the urgency of her news.
“Come in…” came the smooth, regal voice of Queen Soya, her tone both commanding and relaxed.
Kuyya pushed open the door and stepped into the luxurious bath chamber, her eyes briefly taking in the scene before her.
Queen Soya, wife of Emperor Ryon Lionheart and sister to Jason Mama, the head of the Nine Realms, seated in a vast pool filled with steaming water. The scent of exotic oils and bath powders filled the air, and a team of servant women busily applied sparkling bath powders to the Queen’s body. A blissful smile curled on her lips, her eyes closed, as if the world outside her bath didn’t exist.
Kuyya rushed forward, still gasping for air. Her large chest heaved up and down as she stood in respectful stance.
“Did you find out what all the commotion in the city is about?” Queen Soya asked, eyes closed, her fingers lazily drifting through the warm water.
Kuyya bowed respectfully before speaking. “Yes, My Queen. The Justice Call between the Doom and Frost families… it’s turned into an Honour Justice Fight,” she revealed, bowing lower. “That’s why the crowds are flooding into the capital to witness the fight at Royal Arena, scheduled during sunset.”
“What?!” The Queen’s relaxed smile faltered, and her eyes snapped open, a spark of surprise lighting them.
Kuyya took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing, “Yes, my Queen. Not just outsiders— even members of the Royal Family are reserving private rooms to witness the fight.”
The Queen’s brows furrowed. “Tell me more about this fight. Who proposed it?”
Kuyya swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of the Queen’s intense gaze. “It was the same masked man, My Queen. At first the two of three judges favored the Frost family during the Court gathering. But the voting… It was predetermined, in the end, the vote favored the Doom family. Just then the masked man who threatened Princes Chuli in first place, proposed the Honour Justice Fight.
“
“So, the fight is set,” Queen Soya leaned back, her fingers tapping the edge of the pool, a curious smile playing at her lips. “One man against three? How interesting… Tell me, who is this masked fool? Do you know his identity?”
Kuyya hesitated for a moment, a nervous tremor in her voice. “My Queen, the masked man… he appears to be the same person who defeated your brother’s son, Simon Mama, in that infamous Immortal beast Spirit Gathering.”
The room suddenly became colder. Queen Soya’s face twisted in anger, her serene expression shattered. “What did you say?!” Her voice filled with fierce anger, her eyes blazing with fury. She shot up from the pool, water sloshing around her as the servant women scattered in fear.
The servants hurriedly bowed so low that they pressed their foreheads to the ground, terrified to meet the Queen’s naked body.
Kuyya trembled but continued, knowing she couldn’t stop now. “It… it appears to be the same man, my Queen. I’m almost certain. The one who humiliated your nephew.”
Soya’s lips curled into a snarl, her anger barely contained. “That insolent fool… He dares appear on the 7th realm after defeating my brother’s son?” Her voice was venomous, her rage palpable. “Kuyya, reserve the Royal chambers at the Arena immediately. I want to witness this fight personally. Also, sent support for the Doom family. Enjoy more content from empire
They should kill that masked bastard at any cost.”
The trembling servant girl bowed even lower. “As you command, my Queen. But… but my Lady, the Frost family is led by King Ragnar, the Emperor’s own brother. Should we really… intervene?”
“Shut up!”
Queen Soya’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared at Kuyya, her voice a deadly snap. “The Emperor is not here. So, do as I say. And make sure you send support to the Doom family. I want this fight ended before it even begins.”
Kuyya scurried out of the room, her heart pounding as she raced to fulfill her orders.
Queen Soya, while her naked chest heaving up and down due to anger, droplets of water trickled down from her naked butt. Slowly, she sat back in the pool, thinking about the masked man.
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Outside the Royal Capital, the day had begun to take a strange turn. The bustling city, which had been bathed in warm sunlight just hours earlier, was now slowly descending into an unnatural darkness.
As the day crept toward sunset, thick, dark, heavy clouds gathered in the sky above, swirling ominously as if in preparation for a storm that no one had predicted. The change was subtle at first, with only a few people glancing up at the sky in confusion. But soon, the city was enveloped in deadly dark clouds, and an eerie darkness covered the capital city.
Even before sunset, the sun disappeared from people’s sight. Only darkness covered, as if a big storm was coming.
No one knew the cause, but whispers started to spread. Some thought it was an omen, a warning of the impending clash between the Doom and Frost families.
But no one realized that this unsettling phenomenon was the result of Kent’s cultivation in the underground rooms of the Arena.
The Arena, now the focal point of the entire capital, had become a magnet for the spectators. People poured in from all corners of the realm, scrambling to secure seats or places to stand, anything to witness the legendary fight.
And as the tension mounted, the storm above rumbled quietly, waiting for it’s master.
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The storm waits in silence, loyal and true,
While enemies laugh, and rumors brew.
Kingdoms unite, their banners unfurled,
Against one man, they challenge the world.
But the storm knows, with patience vast,
It waits for its master, until the last.
And when it erupts, fierce and tall,
Enemies tremble, and kingdoms fall!
*I hope you understand Deeply -Your’s PeterPan 😉