The World Is Mine For The Taking

She was wrecked. I had fucked her so thoroughly she was completely out cold now, sprawled on the bed like a used canvas. Her face—flushed, swollen, dripping—was the very image of debauchery, streaked and glistening with my cum. Every drop that clung to her skin told the story of how much love, lust, and need I'd unleashed on her. I had poured everything into her, every ounce of desire, leaving no part of her untouched.

Maybe I went too far.

But judging by the blissed-out smile curling her lips, she wasn't complaining.

Well… at least she looked satisfied.

I stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cool night air hit my skin as I gripped the railings. Below, the crowd gathered in waves, their energy electric. They buzzed with anticipation, waiting for the concert to begin, their faces lit with a rare joy.

Just days ago, terror had gripped them, fear so thick you could taste it. But tonight, that fear had loosened its hold, replaced with something lighter. Sure, a concert wouldn't erase the trauma or fix everything, but it could ease their minds, even if only for a little while.

These people—all of them, whether saints or sinners—were part of the kingdom. Every life mattered, from the brightest soul to the darkest shade of gray. And the Princess bore the responsibility of protecting them all. Not just from the empire looming beyond the borders but from the cracks within the kingdom itself. She needed to choose wisely. It was the only way to stop this kingdom from tearing itself apart from both the inside and out. The fate of everyone depended on it.

***

Myrcella's POV

I chose to stay in the plaza tonight, renting a small room at a modest inn. It wasn't much—just a single bed, plain walls, and little else. Johanne had insisted we find something bigger, maybe a suite with better security. The place I picked didn't even have proper guards, just a man with a sword lazily strapped to his hip. But we couldn't afford to draw attention. Discretion mattered more than luxury.

Johanne rented the room next to mine, making sure he could hear if anything happened. He was on edge, ready to burst in at a moment's notice if needed. He wanted to stay closer, to protect me. It was logical, especially given the risks of assassination. The Milham royal family had enemies everywhere—outside the borders and within.

But tonight, I needed space. Time alone to think.

Sir Faust—no, Leon—had made his intentions clear. He wanted the crown once I overthrew my father. His demand was bold, audacious even. The risks were staggering. Giving him that power meant betting everything on his vision.

When he laid out his reasoning, pointing out my weaknesses, it struck a nerve. He wasn't wrong. His suggestion, as outrageous as it was, felt like a lifeline. If I didn't accept his demand, there was a chance that it would cost me dearly—trust, loyalty, and perhaps even my claim to the throne. The people might turn against me, casting me aside before I could secure my rule.

And if that happened, the kingdom would crumble.

However, as much as I wanted to follow his lead, it felt like doing so would only steer the kingdom toward ruin. I was torn. This was a dilemma that left my thoughts in a tangled mess. While I did feel a sliver of relief knowing he was someone I could somewhat trust—kind of, giving him the title of King, with me as his Queen, still felt like a massive gamble. He planned to rule from the shadows, meaning there would be no visible King in the eyes of the people—a dangerous move, no matter how I looked at it.

"What are you planning, Leon?" I whispered aloud, the question hanging in the air. Seeing him forming relationships with two princesses from different kingdoms, it was clear he was plotting something.

But what exactly? I had no idea.

***

The concert arrived with a surge of energy that swept through the streets like a tidal wave. As the concert began, the plaza came alive, vibrating with music and excitement. The idols' voices rang out, carried by powerful beats that pounded in sync with the crowd's heartbeats. Everywhere, faces lit up, joy spilling over as the rhythm took hold.

People sang along, their voices merging into a chorus that reverberated through the night air. Feet tapped, bodies swayed, and soon, the whole crowd was moving, lost in the moment. Children bounced eagerly, their laughter cutting through the night with infectious energy. When the bass dropped, even the most reserved adults couldn't help but throw their hands up, shouting in exhilaration as the idols commanded the stage.

It was surreal. Just days ago, this same plaza had been a scene of devastation, lives shattered and homes reduced to rubble. Now, it pulsed with life, a beacon of hope and resilience. For a brief moment, the weight of their grief lifted. The memories of loss and destruction still lingered in the shadows, but tonight, they were banished by music and light.

The night stretched on, each hour weaving joy into the hearts of those who had forgotten how to smile. Even past midnight, the crowd's energy refused to wane. Eventually, as the music faded, people began to drift home, their faces glowing with happiness. The trauma remained, but tonight, they found solace.

Memories of tragedy never fade completely. But for now, they were living in the moment. Discover stories with empire

***

Leon's POV

I woke up with a deep sense of satisfaction, my body heavy and sated. My eyelids fluttered open, and the unfamiliar ceiling above came into focus. Though this place was mine now, it was the first time I'd actually spent the night here. The bed was warm, surrounded by the soft, tangled bodies of the idols who had collapsed beside me. Their limbs draped lazily over my naked form, a testament to the night's indulgences.

Even after their concert, they'd been brimming with energy. I'd fucked them until their cries turned to whimpers, and their bodies gave out, completely spent. Now, they lay sprawled around me, their chests rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.

Carefully, I peeled away the limbs clinging to me, each movement deliberate to avoid waking them. The cool air kissed my skin as I stood, stretching the stiffness from my muscles. I made my way to the bathroom, where Amon waited, her eyes lighting up at my arrival.

Without a word, she began to wash me, her touch gentle but firm, every stroke deliberate. The warm water cascaded over my skin, mingling with the soft scent of the soap she lathered.

The concert had been a success. Even though it hadn't generated any revenue, it served a greater purpose. The event was for the victims—a reprieve from their suffering. Distracting them from their trauma, even temporarily, was worth it. I had also arranged for my women to hand out free medical coupons at the Leonamon Hospital. Care wasn't just about tending to wounds—it was about healing minds, too.

As Amon worked, she suddenly coated her body in soap and pressed herself against me. Her soft, supple breasts molded to my back, the heat of her skin seeping into mine. It felt like sinking into clouds—plush, warm, and inviting. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine as she moved, her body gliding against mine, every curve teasing with deliberate intent.

Her hands trailed lower, slow and purposeful. The warmth, the softness—it was heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

Once she had thoroughly lathered me, I turned to face her, pulling her close. Without hesitation, I pressed her against the tiled wall and fucked her right there.

Afterward, breathless and content, I finished the bath. Amon, ever attentive, dried me off with meticulous care.

Amon dressed me herself, her hands moving with care as she adjusted each piece of clothing. The soft rustle of fabric and her lingering touch made the whole process feel more intimate than necessary. Once she was done, she stepped back and bowed, her gaze never leaving me.

I made my way to the balcony and sank into the chair, letting the cool morning air brush against my skin. Amon soon returned with a steaming cup of tea, placing it gently on the table in front of me. I hummed softly, savoring the calm.

Then, I felt it—a presence.

My eyes flicked to Amon, silently instructing her to bring whoever was lingering near the manor's entrance. She caught the command instantly, bowing once more before gliding away to carry it out. I leaned back, humming again as I waited.

The sun here was... different. I hadn't really noticed it before, but now, its light felt alien compared to Earth's. Another reminder that this world wasn't just a distant land—it was an entirely different universe, maybe even another dimension altogether.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice when Amon returned, stepping through the doorway with Princess Myrcella following close behind.

"I've considered your proposal," Myrcella said, her voice poised and regal.

I arched a brow. "You only gave it a night's thought?" I asked, letting a bit of disbelief color my tone. "I was pretty clear—you could take as much time as you needed. There's no rush. We've got plenty of time before you need to make any moves against your father."

"Yes, but I wanted clarity," she replied smoothly. "Lingering on this decision would only allow doubts to fester. I prefer to confront things head-on before they consume me."

I leaned forward, intrigued. "So? What's your answer?"

"I accept."

Her response caught me off guard. I hadn't expected her to reach a conclusion so quickly. The weight of what she was agreeing to wasn't trivial—it was massive. I'd assumed she'd deliberate for weeks, maybe even months, or years, waiting until after the usurpation to give me an answer.

But, of course, there was always a catch.

"However," she added, "I have one condition."

Of course, I thought. Nothing's ever that simple.

"Go on," I said, folding my hands in front of me. "What is it?"

"Marry me."