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57: IF ONLY SHE KNEW😏

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IF ONLY SHE KNEW😏

Her strength was puissant, astonishing. They roved his quarters with her, trying desperately to restrain her, to contain her until lassitude met them. She finally overcame them about an hour later when the urge was too animating. Matrix grumbled in frustration, totally in inanition. He was angry too. He had warned the Emperor, several times. Hadn't he? Now how on earth were they going to take this, his woman, running wild, especially in his absence? He hated all these, caused by the inability to listen. He had no idea why all the Emperor's he had served were like this, stubborn and adamant, obsolete. He watched as all of them, Vura and Xiera, including Hyeera tried hard to suppress her despite her enormous strength. He understood what they were going through. He had once been subdued by her, when she had been wild, and not even seeking to break free of the enchantment placed on her.

She was a beast in this state, animalistic, thirsty for either her mate -or blood if her mate was not made available. He sighed softly as he began casting a restraining spell though he knew that it would not last on her despite the fact that it took a lot of his inner strength to do so because of the calibre of beast she was. He needed to do so because the women restricting her needed to rest. Of what use were they if they were tired, forced into slackness by her hyperactive form. He staggered a bit the moment that he was done with casting the spell. The Lady groaned as the enchantment held her down. She struggled against it. He sighed as the the women holding her sank to the floor respectively, thankful for the short time of rest. They looked as if they had aged a decade, totally worn out. The spell would last about twenty minutes because she was not yet fully awakened. The Emperor, he must be feeling it too, the Nisus, hearing its voice. He had better hurry back fast before she quickly tore down Linamine in his absence.

Meanwhile, far away, the Emperor staggered for a moment while trying to walk to his writing table. His butler, Peter and his aide, Tiger flew to him instantly, in a nanosecond, steadying him quickly.

'My Lord?' both said with worried looks on their faces. He turned to both of them, his face looked hard, as if he was bearing some kind of excruciating pain.

'My Lord, are you alright?' Peter asked him. He simply nodded at the man to ease his worries.

'Yes,' he assured him in a voice that betrayed that he was slightly breathless. 'Are we done with everything here?' he asked Peter who nodded at his question.

'Yes My Lord, we are. They is nothing more to discuss here.'

'Then, quickly ready my entourage,' he instructed him.

'My Lord? What is wrong?' Peter asked the moment he staggered once again. His well built aide, Tiger held unto him. Peter stared at his master, the worry in his eyes flowing out like a fountain. The emperor said nothing too, just staring at him, relying on the fact that Tiger was holding unto him to stand upright. He groaned as his eyes flickered between silver and melanie. Peter gasped softly as he realized what was happening, what exactly was plaguing his master.

'You are transitioning My Lord!' he exclaimed. The emperor only groaned in response.

'Peter, no, it's nothing.'

'But, you are!' he protested.

'You can't turn here My Lord. What is upsetting you into doing so even? Are we under siege?' his aide, Tiger asked him as his eyes went to his blade at his side. If he were not holding unto his master, he would have long unsheathed the weapon.