The tyrant Queen [ her alpha slave ]
Queen Isle snapped, standing up from the bed.
"Y-yes, my queen!" Shawn replied, and his fading footsteps were heard next.
Queen deeply sighed, she wiped her forehead as she slumped back on the bed.
"Why are you staring at me like that, huh?" She asked the black witch.
"You ain't rightfully serving the temple as it should be," the black witch informed, steely.
"I am!" Queen Isle stated to her, firmly.
"You are not, Isle! Your body goes there every night but your mind is no longer serving it —I'm afraid, what if he succeeds to escape from his cage?" The black asked, and queen Isle sprang to her feet on hearing about her *NIGHTMARE*
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