Meeting

Author's notes :

English is not my first language so it takes me a lot of time to write a correct chapter so I'm sorry for the uptade time and the regularities, moreover I couldn't write during some time. BUT READERS don't hesitate to write chapters or comments on your ideas and wishes for the following of this story. You can even write a little chapter of about ten lines so I can see what directions you wants to take. Doing that will help me greatly to uptade regulary.

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Fia was sitting in front of Adam. She wore a regal and ornate outfit. She has a golden crown adorned with a red gem and smaller blue accents. Her dress is primarily a deep red, featuring gold trim and intricate blue and gold detailing on the bodice. The dress has long, flowing white sleeves with wide cuffs. A light blue sash or fabric drapes across her lap. She is seated on a large, ornate golden and blue throne.

Adam was busy admiring this beautiful queen in front of him. Her presence was akin to that of a celestial being. Her flowing locks of moonlit silver cascade like a silken veil, radiating an ethereal glow that seems to capture the very essence of the stars above. Each strand falls with a delicate elegance, accentuating her regal aura. But Adam can see that there is a little haze inside her usually sharp gaze and he can't stop himself to smirk because he knows that the prince fed her the pill.

Queen Fia, outwardly composed, was tense inside her mind. The options were grim: submit to the Iron King's humiliating proposal, or prepare for a war that Azura, the weakest of the seven nations, was ill-equipped to fight. The potential loss of her own freedom and the **** marriage of her daughters weighed heavily upon her.

"Sir Adam, several days have passed since your... proposal," said Fia. "I trust you have had time to reconsider the insulting nature of your king's terms for peace."

"Insulting, Your Majesty?" Adam chuckled softly. "I merely relayed the generous offer of the Iron King. He seeks to bring stability to our region, and what better way than through unity? A union between our houses would ensure lasting peace."

"Unity built upon **** and the subjugation of my people?" Fia's voice hardened. "You mistake my desire for peace with weakness. My crown and my daughters are not bargaining chips to be offered to satisfy your king's… desires."

"Such strong words, Your Majesty," Adam said. "But consider the alternative. Azura is… ****. War would be devastating. The Iron King has the strength to ensure a swift and decisive victory. Surely, a strategic alliance through marriage is a far less bloody path?"

"We in Azura value our freedom above all else," said Fia, her voice hardening further. "We will defend our land and our sovereignty, even against overwhelming odds. Your king mistakes our size for a lack of spirit."

"A valiant sentiment, Your Majesty, but a foolish one," Adam said. "Why sacrifice your people, your daughters, for pride? The Iron King offers you continued rule, influence… and a powerful husband. Your daughters would be married to the Crown Prince, securing their future."

"Their future will be of their own choosing, not dictated by a lecherous king seeking to expand his dominion through **** unions," said Fia. "My answer remains the same as it was days ago: your demands are unacceptable."

"Are you certain, Queen Fia?" Adam's smirk faltered slightly. "This is a grave decision. War will bring suffering and loss to your kingdom. The Iron King is not a patient man."

"And I am not a queen who yields to threats and indignity," said Fia. "You may inform your king that Azura will not be bullied into submission. We will meet him on the battlefield if that is his desire."

Fia seems unyielding but Adam could see. Fia sat on her throne, a subtle haze softening the sharp edges of her resolve. The pills, subtle yet potent, had woven a thread of compliance into her thoughts, a quiet whisper suggesting compromise. Adam stood before her, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.

"Queen Fia," Adam began, his tone now laced with a renewed confidence. "Perhaps… perhaps there is another path. One that avoids the harsh realities of war, yet still acknowledges the Iron King's desire for… closer ties."

"I don't want to have any closer ties with your Iron nation with the vision of their king !"

"Yes maybe but I think you will want to have closer ties with the man that can heal your son of his curse and avoid a war with the Iron nation ?" said confidently the alchemist.

Fia listened, a flicker of curiosity replacing the sternness in her eyes. The pills made the idea of finding a middle ground strangely appealing, a way to negociate with the Iron nations and heal her son curse too.

"What alternative do you propose, Sir Adam?" she asked, her voice softer than before.

"An alternative that honors your desire for peace," said Adam, "but still provides some semblance of compromise for the Iron King."

"I'm listening."

"I'm not surprised, Queen Fia," Adam said. "After all, your son's fate depends on this conversation."

Adam leaned forward, his gaze capturing hers.

"If you will not yield to the Iron King's request to unite our houses through a formal union, perhaps I can negociate with the king to let the Azura nation I have enough power for that, but you must accept my condition."

"And what might that be, Sir Adam?"

"We are going to play a game, Queen Fia, if I win you are going to marry me instead of the Iron king. As your consort, I would wield influence over Azura without the need to conquer. And the king would be appeased, knowing that a member of the royal house has joined our two houses."

"And if you lose?"

"Then I will talk in your stead with the Iron King and a peace traty will be signed without condition."

"And what will be the game ?"

"A game that will allow you to prove the strength of your convictions. A game that will test your resolve to never yield to the Iron King. To not bend, to not submit. we will have sex. During two weeks if I succeed in lowering your womb I win if it don't go down during these two weeks I lose."

Listening to this Fia wants to explode with rage but strangely enough she has found the patience to not attack Adam immeditly and ask "why are we going to have sex ? It has no ties at all !"

" I know female mage espiacially powerful one have full control of this body part to not be pregnant so if I succeed it means your will is not firm enough." Adam replied like it's the most normal thing to do to prove her resolve and in the meantime he opened an bottle under the table without Fia seeing. This bottle release a scent that enhance the pill effect to the maximum for a very short time but Adam thinks 'I just needs her to accept because once this game begins there are no return back for you !'.

And Fia listening to his explanations, her mind became hazy and she started to think that after all there is no way that she is going to lose if this is the condition for her lose in this game. 'I will never find this enjoyable and there is even fewer risks if my lose condition is that I lower my womb. So it's a free win and I can cure my son and protect the citizen just in enduring two weeks...'

Fia doesn't even realizes her changing mind and that these thinkings will be unthinkable in her normal states.

Adam seeing her hesitating, stands up and walks next to Fia, with the bottle of perfum hiddeb hubder his clothes. "You are not going to say that you are scared of losing this game Queen Fia"

"Not a chance that I find sex xith you even a liitle pleasurable" replied Fia instantly.

"So there is no problem with this game, do you accept my deal ?" said Adam xith eyes full of expectations.

"I...I...I accept your conditions." Fia smelling the parfum for a certain time already, have had her mind in the haziest state she has never had and whispered these words.

But it's all Adam needed. 'Bingo I got you ! With this I am going to train you Fia ! You are going to lose but you won't be my wife, I am going to train you to find pleasure in serving me anytime and anywhere and you will be my beautiful, powerful and loyal maid'

Fia, still in her strange state, was guiding Adam towards the royal chamber, **** of the fact that the man behind her wants to reduce one of the most powerful, noble and cold woman of the continent into a simple maid who can't live without her master.