“We will consider your terms when you agree to ours!”, a boisterous, gruff voice exclaimed authoritively. “We will agree to your terms when they are reasonable and not detrimental to the stability of the nation.”, said a more calm-demeanored voice, like smooth silk and cold as ice. General Aranko of Draq’Nara was in the middle of a (one-sided) heated argument with Torbo, Diplomat of Garlil. To the Queen of Draq’Nara sitting next to the General, these types of meetings were dreadfully boring, as she had been to far too many of them in her long life, and they always started, proceeded, and concluded in much the same way. When you’ve lived as long as Queen Vaxi, you learn to deeply appreciate every relief from monotonous routine that you can get. It was a struggle to simply sit upright and poised politely at this point, rather than simply slump across the polished mahogany table and groan in pure exasperation. She’d rather be home and listen to the folk music flood in through her window from below in the streets of Hivana, but alas, monarchs do not, contrary to popular belief, always get what they want.

This was when she noticed that the silent figure sitting next to the Diplomat. She hadn’t noticed him, as he had barely spoken a word, exactly like herself. Her sheer boredom had utterly blinded her to his presence, until now. King Lance, ruler of Garlil; a massive equine considered a brute by some, yet a gentleman by others. He, too, was sitting with barely a thought in his head, that much was obvious. He was intently staring at a knot in the surface of the wooden table. Vaxi smiled to herself, and under the table, bumped his shin teasingly. This sent a jolt through the King, causing his eyes to break their trancelike gaze and instead lifted up to lock with Vaxi’s ruby-red stare.
Over the course of the next hour, the playful stares and ‘silent jokes’ on the two arguing officials, developed into caressing underneath the table. Vaxi’s eagerness to put this matter to a unanimous close. She got her opportunity served to her on a platter when the Dignitary of Garlil threw his hands in the air. “We will continue this matter later! The hour for feasting has already come and gone and I am starved! Rest, eat, drink, recuperate, and we will resume these debates after!”

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Barely half an hour later, the door to the royal chambers was flung open, with a Vaxi practically glued to the King while they tried to both kiss, undress, and move to the bed all at the same time, the awkwardness of this jumble of movement bringing a giggle to Vaxi. She was less tossed, more lowered down into the sheets of the King’s bed, letting her hair down from the restrictive braids that it had been in prior, letting it cascade about her freely. Meanwhile, King Lance undressed, revealing the massive shaft hidden within, bringing a lustful smile to the Queen’s lips. Perhaps this dreadfully boring trip, wasn’t going to be so boring in a moment after all~!

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character and story ©  Prince_Vaxis

art ©  smiju