The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 19: Plan *

Evelyn slid her bathrobe back on, her eyes not daring to meet his.

Now that everything was over, she felt so embarrassed and ashamed that she wanted to crawl into a hole; even her royal mentality could not save her from it.

“Looks like my darling princess is still embarrassed after all those moans and whines a few seconds ago.” She could hear Adrian’s mocks. Adrian pulled his pants back on.

After their ‘session’ was over, they sent the maids out- leaving them alone in the lavish room.

Not being able to stand the humiliation, she glared at Adrian, “Was it really necessary?”

“If I had not orchestrated such a beautiful scene- a scene where two beautiful women give into their carnal desires- how could have I prompted Stella to give into hers?” He chuckled.

“I also gave her to you as slave. You could’ve just said it.” She retorted.

“Darling, you are so inexperienced, aren’t you? How would you feel when someone suddenly say that you are actually a sold slave? You may feel anything, but ‘turned on’ isn’t on the list.” Adrian explained in a mocking tone.

She could not take it anymore; she knew that all of her dignity has been lost. So, she did what anyone would do in such situations.

“How come you have ‘Sovereign’s Aura’? And why is it so strong?” And that was to change the topic.

“You already know the answer; so, why bother asking? And if anything, my sovereign’s aura is WEAK. You just gave in easily because of your guilt towards Mia; and perhaps, you wanted to have a… ‘taste’.” He smirked.

“YOU!” She was incensed.

“Besides, you are a princess fighting for the royal throne. I am sure you can do better than changing topics.” His ridiculous had yet to come to an end.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

‘Read the mood you son of a bitch! I might have lost my dignity, but I am still a fucking princess!’ She was so annoyed; she never even thought this vulgarly ever before.

“Anyways, it’s the official beginning of our ‘partnership’ with this step- ‘doublifying’ the traitor.” Adrian got a little serious.

“Is that even a word?” The princess squinted.

“I don’t know; if not, it will be, from now on.” He answered with a narcissistic tone.

“Whatever, this is just the first step; a lot more needs to be done.” She was already somewhat accustomed to his pro tem narcissism.

“Yes, with the terrible situation you are in, a lot really needs to be done.” Adrian mocked, but this time he was serious.

The princess did not retort because that was the truth.

“It’s not that bad; as long as we can rope in a few marquess households to our side, we can-“

“Tell me, how many marquesses are there in the Kingdom? And how many of them are on ‘our’ side?” He interrupted and emphasised the word ‘our’.

She understood what he implied and sighed in relief.

“There are five; three are supporting Reynolds and one is neutral, with only one being in my side.” She replied in a sorry tone.

“So, the strongest supporter you have is a marquess while your brother has two dukes on his side.” He asked.

She just smiled wryly in response.

“But-” She tried to persuade him to stay, fearing he might renege on his promise.

“I know what you are thinking. You don’t need to worry as you’ve already made the sacrifice. It will besmirch my honour as a de… Ahem… gentleman if I were to renege.” He interrupted and spoke proudly.

His determined words almost brought tears to her eyes.

“I am sure you have a plan.”

“I am surprised you don’t know the plan.”

“You want me to brief a whole essay of plan?” He asked with an annoyed face.

She brushed off his question and began to brief her plan.

“Our Kingdom has three duke households- the Ironcross household, the Crimson household and the mighty Lochtear household. They dominate the west, southeast and the east respectively. Of them, the former two are core part of the noble supremacist faction which backs my brother. And the latter, Lochtear has been neutral forever. They don’t need to participate in fight for throne as they are deeply melded into the royal family itself. Almost all the spouses of past monarchs of our Kingdom was a Lochtear- my mother included.

“As for the marquesses, the three that supports Reynolds are part of the supremacist faction. The one that supports me, the Denver Household, has close links to the Academy, a commoner stronghold. And the neutral one, the Silva household’s head, marquess Silva is the minister of trade and one of the richest men in the Kingdom- he also does not have any reasons to join the fight for the throne.

“The supremacist faction was not that powerful at first. But they supported father during his incompetent rule. Hence, they were able to amass a considerable amount of power in factors like military, resources, land, and most importantly- circlers. The goal of the supremacist faction is to bring back the dominance of the nobles over commoners; which is completely against the equal rights policy of the Kingdom.

“But it’s not that bad for us. Even though the Academy might not directly support a royal heir, the royal family has to think twice before making a decision that might endanger the commoner rights of the country.”

She finally stopped when she saw the Adrian dozing off.

“Did you listen to a thing I just said?” She asked with an enraged voice.

“Yes, you want to rope in the Silva household by blackmailing them and try to break up the supremacist faction from inside. And if possible, you want to give the Lochtear household a try, isn’t that it?”

“How did you know?!” She was surprised- again.

“Woman, I told you to tell the plan, not giving a ‘current affairs’ lesson.” He mocked.

But she again somehow managed to compose herself.

“Now that you know, I will leave breaking the supremacist faction to you while I deal with the Silva household.” She revealed her real plan.

“Tsk. Why should I do the hard work?” He complained.

“Because you are the one with the superior intelligence among us.” She admitted.

“Oho darling, this was cheeky. But this is not enough.” He smirked.

“What do you want then?” She had a really bad feeling.

“Take off your bathrobe.” He ordered casually.

“You!” She was agitated, but blushed nonetheless.

“What? I have already seen everything. What’s wrong with letting me see once more?”

She gritted her teeth but she made up her mind.

She loosened the cincture and dropped her bathrobe, showing her beautiful naked body again to the young man.

He began to walk towards her.

“What are you doing?!” She panicked and took a step back.

“Darling, do you think just a glance of your body is enough price for damaging the supremacist faction?”

His retort had her tongue tied; he was correct.

He was already in front of her before she could think.

He reached out one of his hand and grabbed one of her breasts and started to knead it.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes in humiliation; a man had never touched him like this before. She almost felt like a prostitute- giving her body to get something in return. Little did she know that this feeling was what Adrian wanted to see, not her body.

She suddenly felt his mouth close to her right ear.

“Don’t worry my beautiful princess, I will take care of your opponents for you.” He whispered.

He then licked her ear- a lick that felt almost heavenly to the princess. She climaxed with a soft moan, and almost fell down from losing power from her lower limbs.

Once she opened her eyes, she could see Adrian leaving.

He suddenly stopped and turned back.

“Your body…” He remarked

‘My body?’ She was curious.

“Is not royal enough.” He left through the door.