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IF ONLY SHE KNEW😏
The lady—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 his master's 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 once, 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 another restraining spell.
Though he knew that the effect would not last on her.
Still he did it, 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 were drained.
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 here before she easily 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.
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