KING GARAM

Chapter 1

A/n: Please note that this is the first draft of my story. It has not been professionally edited.

Madam Mazney's POV:

“Hurry up girls! The king would be arriving any instant… So, get in line!” Madam Mazney barked.

At that moment assembling her girls in a faultless straight line.

She smiled admiring her handwork, as they all stood stark-naked with their gorgeous shapes, and full-sized breasts. This was the place the king had ordered to choose his wife from.

The eastern cost of the empire. The society that possessed the finest, as well as the most élite beautiful girls the empire had to offer and it was controlled by Madam Mazney and her sisters.

The previous leader had just been murdered a few moons ago, therefore the rulership was passed to the oldest of the three sons. Prince Garam. And in the Kingdom ‘Garam’ meant “The heir” of the father,

and bylaw he couldn’t be crowned King if he had no queen by his side.

For Madam Mazney this was going to step-up her society, if the King would pick his wife from here.

And more of a great deal of oxzanorous magic drugs which kept her girls looking extra stunning and not to forget a prodigious transaction of the king’s gold.

Although the earlier king had not picked his wife from this society, he had picked a real princess but from faraway.

But the new king did not need the lady to be a princess. The former king had said he didn’t like the fact they were treated by magic potions.

Madam Mazney liked her girls with or without magic, nothing was added to them except the smoothness of their skin and the other face beauty enhancement.

They had all the natural curviness they needed, and that gained Madam Mazney and her sister’s loads of gold from all over the kingdom.

She herself look attractively young, but do not be cuckolded.

Madam Mazney and her sisters wore the finest of attires they owned, which were adorned with gold and diamonds, and the most expensive silky material the kingdom had to offer.  

Suddenly the door hurled open, as an entire royal entourage came marching inside, then finally the king to be appeared.

Dressed in the royal gold chainmail and on his head, he wore the gold crown.

He had striking features, his indigo blue eyes, with his black long hair, and the strong chin of a courageous warrior.

Towering over most of his guards with his tall large broad shoulders. He was one to be admired.

His messy hair covered his forehead giving him a hazardous erogenous appearance.

Madam Mazney could hear her girls wheeze at the glimpse of him, eyes wide-ranging with strong obvious interest.

 
“Greetings our lord.” Madam Mazney and her girls greeted in a perfect union.

“Make your choice, my liege” she said, grinning proudly.