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I panted, watching the crowds breathlessly. Knowing they had watched me being fucked on a throne, by the person they feared most— it was surreal. And I wanted it to happen again.

Flopping into the chair beside me, Mercy beamed and licked her lips, still glossy with my juices. I grabbed her hair and yanked her towards me, pulling her into a rough kiss. It was a messy kiss, with teeth and tongues and blood, but it was the most delicious type of kiss we shared.

The night was filled with dancing and drinking and fucking. It was everything, and I couldn’t help but buzz with the excitement of knowing that this was life now. Mercy had shown me love and satisfaction that I never thought possible, and I knew it was only the beginning.

Later, we found ourselves back on our thrones. “I love you, you know.”

Mercy smiled, her eyes lighting up as she looked at me. “I love you too, little flower.”

I intertwined our fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, before we relaxed in our chairs. We looked forward, watching the club hum with vitality. People were dancing and drinking and feeding; losing themselves to their vices.

Ambrosiawas the heart of our kingdom and I knew then, I finally belonged.

Mercy had once stolen me, only to bring me home.