“Yes, I agree to your terms,” you stutter.
“What’s that you say?” she calls back.
“Yes I agree,” you state in a normal voice.
“Such a little voice for a little man. I want everyone here to be able to hear that,” she smirks back, smirking. “Even those in the back.”
“I agree!” you bellow so that everyone can hear.
“Good,” she responds. “Now formalize your oath, but bowing before me and licking the soles of my foot.”
She “places” you on the ground before her, which feels more like a drop to you, and positions her feet above her. You bow to her foot, which raises above you. You crawl under and lick the soles of her foot until she seems satisfied.
“Now the other one,” she tries to state in a commanding voice, but a tint of a squeal can be heard as well.
You lick her the sole of her second foot.
“That is enough,” she finally states. “Guards, take him back to Melek for me.”
“Thank you,” you reply.
“Just thank you?” she responds. “From now on, you must address me as Lord or My Queen.”
“Thank you, My Queen,” you correct.
A guard dangles you by your arm and drops into Melek’s waiting palm.
“Now let us go to the war room to prepare to take over his kingdom,” the Queen shouts. “I have waited for this for a long time.”
The Queen, Melek, you, some chief advisors, and generals all walk to her War Room to determine the best strategy.
“What’s that you say?” she calls back.
“Yes I agree,” you state in a normal voice.
“Such a little voice for a little man. I want everyone here to be able to hear that,” she smirks back, smirking. “Even those in the back.”
“I agree!” you bellow so that everyone can hear.
“Good,” she responds. “Now formalize your oath, but bowing before me and licking the soles of my foot.”
She “places” you on the ground before her, which feels more like a drop to you, and positions her feet above her. You bow to her foot, which raises above you. You crawl under and lick the soles of her foot until she seems satisfied.
“Now the other one,” she tries to state in a commanding voice, but a tint of a squeal can be heard as well.
You lick her the sole of her second foot.
“That is enough,” she finally states. “Guards, take him back to Melek for me.”
“Thank you,” you reply.
“Just thank you?” she responds. “From now on, you must address me as Lord or My Queen.”
“Thank you, My Queen,” you correct.
A guard dangles you by your arm and drops into Melek’s waiting palm.
“Now let us go to the war room to prepare to take over his kingdom,” the Queen shouts. “I have waited for this for a long time.”
The Queen, Melek, you, some chief advisors, and generals all walk to her War Room to determine the best strategy.
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August 17, 2023
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