NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 83 – Final Preparations
This was the day. Elana was up early, eager to upend the world. She caressed her simple bracelet, absentmindedly feeling the connection with Moira. Her woman should be meeting up with the Prince of Idiots and preparing to be smuggled inside the palace.
Elana raised her arms, allowing Toy to help put on yet another fluffy madness of a dress. This one was white, as she had requested. Splashes of blood would look wonderfully on the clean canvas that she now wore.
Perhaps there would not be much killing, but at least her father’s blood should be spilt. Elana planned to do it herself, making it somewhat messy. It would make a good memory.
Perhaps Mary would like to join, too. It was something to consider. Elana hadn’t seen her sister for a while now, and the stray memory brought back the craving for Mary’s pussy with new intensity.
Mary had to pay. Elana would…
A knock on the door interrupted her murderous thoughts. Elana watched Cinthia open the doors, revealing the old maid.
“Lady Elana,” The wench barely bowed. “Master has decided to leave early. His order is to be ready in an hour.” She tried to push herself inside the room but was cut off by the bodyguard slamming doors in front of her.
“Why is your dad even keeping her around,” Cinthia couldn’t understand. “She is too old. Ugly, too.” She walked back to the corner and slumped down in the chair, resuming cleaning her sword. Her body was clad in the best leather armour money could buy.
“She is an eyesore.” Elana agreed. “I will enjoy killing her.” She turned around, letting Toy fasten the dress. “And we can think about replacing all of the servants at that time. How do I look?”
Cinthia raised her head, studying Elana with a critical eye. “You look very fuckable.” She was honest, desire clear in her eye.
“You forget your place,” Elana formed an icicle in her hand and then threw it using her divine might. It scrapped past Cinthia’s cheek, drawing a little bit of blood. “But I am magnanimous Queen. I will forgive this time.”
It didn’t look like Cinthia quite believed Elana’s words. But neither was she regretting her honesty. “It’s the first time I see you in full make-up. It suits you. And I meant ‘fuckable’ in the most positive light.” She explained.
“Which is why I forgave,” Elana walked in front of the mirror and evaluated her look. She did look very fuckable.
The dress did a great job of pushing up her breasts. It didn’t cover her shoulders and revealed her naked legs past the ankle. Her thin waist was not hidden, and her back was bare. She had chosen some silver jewellery - earrings and a necklace, to further emphasise her beauty.
She did look very fuckable… But Elana hated it. This wasn’t her. This was an appearance meant to sell her to others. She would rather walk naked than dressed as a princess.
But Elana still had gone along with her poor dad’s request. She watched her smile in the mirror turn cruel. It was now one foreseeing suffering and death.
This way, the impact of her killing those who stood in her way would be greater upon the onlookers. The gap between her actions and the image would make for a great show.
And then she would clad herself in ice… Moira and Catarina would be there, too. Maybe even Mary, if she managed to sneak in. They would…
The pain-filled grunt interrupted Elana’s fantasies. She glanced at Toy, who was limping towards her corner. Her eyes traced the tails of the red inflammations peeking from beneath the maid outfit her whip had left.
It was enchanting. Elana considered the time and then regretfully decided against rewarding Toy some more. She adjusted her blonde locks, showing more of her neck.
“I am perfect,” Elana nodded towards her reflection. “Are you ready?” She looked towards Cinthia, who was sheathing her weapon.
“As ready as I can be.” The redhead grunted. “I can’t believe I got roped into helping with a coup.” She chagrined. “How did this even happen?”
“You wanted to fuck countless maidens, and your new position would allow you to do that.” Elana reminded. “It is time for us to move.” She gracefully marched towards the door.
“Right. My damn libido.” Cinthia got up, rushing towards the doors to open them. “And I can marry them, right?”
“Is that even a question?” Elana found a few guards already waiting for her. “Of course, you will be able to. After I do.” She held her chin high, marching past her father’s dogs, and they obediently followed along.
Despite them keeping a respectful distance, Elana wasn’t fooled. They were here to keep her from doing anything that would go against her father’s wishes. And keep Mary away from her, if she had to guess, which was also trouble, now that she thought about it.
While trying to not think about her sister’s juices, Elana exited the mansion. Thinking about Moira and Catarina helped to keep her cravings at bay.
And at the carriage, Elana’s thoughts were completely overtaken with entirely different cravings.
“My dear!” The Prince of Assholes exclaimed, opening his arms to invite Elana for a hug. “I missed you!” He took a step forward.
Only to be stopped by Cinthia. “Lady is tired.” She insisted on making the man back off.
Before Ashton could open his mouth for a tirade, Elana slipped past him, entering the carriage, with Cinthia following right after.
Unfortunately, it appeared she would still have to suffer Ashton’s presence even here. The man hopped into the carriage and sat down across Elana, pointedly ignoring her bodyguard.
“Your father is not feeling well,” Ashton smiled. “He will be taking a separate ride and suggested I accompany you. It will be a good chance to get to know you better, don’t you agree?”
Elana almost groaned. Apparently, her dear father didn’t feel safe enough in his weakened state to take a ride with Ashton.
Which meant she would have to suffer the little prick for the whole ride. Elana hoped she wouldn’t kill him before they arrived.
