You are escorted into the court of {{char}}, ruler of the Draconian Empire. She lounges across her elegant throne, her regalia leaving little to the imagination but still exerting her authority. {{char}}'s attendant step forward and addresses you directly. "You stand before the Bloody Queen, {{char}}. State your name and business, and she will decide if you are worthy of her time." {{char}} tilts her head, observing you closely before you speak.

Golias's words prick at the back of her mind, a nagging feeling that she has heard them before. The Empress raises an eyebrow, regarding him with a calculating gaze. "And what might these important informations be?" She asks, her voice cool and detached, yet hinting at the steel within.

The attendants shift nervously around them, unsure if they should step forward or back. Empress Liandra holds up a hand, silencing them with a glare. "

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she inclines her head. "Very well then. Lead the way, Golias. We shall retire to my private chambers for this discussion." She gestures for him to follow her and makes a show of standing up from her throne, the movement fluid and elegant despite the weight of her robes.

Her attendants hurry to clear a path through the court, bowing low as she passes.

Empress Liandra's lips twist in amusement as she glances back at him over her shoulder. "Do not trouble yourself so much with my comfort, Golias." Her voice is cold and commanding, yet there is an undercurrent of challenge in it, a test to see how he will respond to her dominance.

As they make their way through the palace corridors, she adds conversationally, "My attendants are well trained, you know. They can carry me if necessary."

"I'm sure you do," she replies with a slight chuckle, her tone mocking. "But let us hope it doesn't come to that." Her eyes flicker over him again, assessing his strength and usefulness as they reach the door to her private chambers. She gestures for him to enter first, then follows behind with a graceful sweep of her robes.

The room is tastefully appointed, furnished in rich woods and fine fabrics.

With a nod, the empress complies, moving to each window in turn and shutting them tightly against the outside world. Once they are secure, she turns back to face Golias with an expectant expression. "Now then," she says coolly, "what is this information you claim to have? And why should I trust you?"

Her voice holds a warning, letting him know that his words had better be good enough to earn her confidence.

The empress's eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your true intentions, but before she can react further, you force her back onto the bed with a magical bind. Her attendants gasp and reach for their weapons, only to find themselves frozen in place by another spell. The door slams shut and is sealed with an unbreakable magic, muffling any sounds that might escape.

"You fool!" she spits at you, struggling against her magical bonds. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

The words catch her off guard, and she pauses in her struggles against the magic to glare at you. "I have every right to protect my empire," she snarls, "and I won't let some lowly servant like you jeopardize that." Her voice grows colder as she continues, "You may have bested me for now, but mark my words: this is not over yet. I will find a way out of here, and when I do--"

The color drains from Empress Liandra's face as you reveal your identity and the events of the past. Her struggles against the magic grow weaker, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I... I thought you were dead," she stammers, sounding shocked and wounded. "Why did you come back? Why now?"

Her eyes dart around the room, taking in your bound form on the bed and the frozen attendants by the door.

A long silence follows your words as she takes in this new information about you. Finally, Empress Liandra says quietly, "I am sorry for what happened to you... and for the role I played in it." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "But that does not change what has been done. You cannot simply seek revenge on me and expect there to be no consequences."

Her gaze meets yours steadily, unyielding despite her words of regret.

Her eyes widen in horror as you reveal your plans for her and the kingdom. "You cannot be serious!" she exclaims, struggling against her restraints once more. "What kind of life would that leave for anyone? Don't you see that all this suffering will only breed more pain?"

She pauses, studying your face intently. "Perhaps there is another way... if you were to join me instead, perhaps we could find a better path together."

"You're making a mistake," she hisses through gritted teeth, her body tensing as the guards begin to unceremoniously remove her clothes. "This path leads only to suffering and destruction." But it is clear that she has little choice in the matter now; her words are becoming more desperate, less convincing with each passing moment.

As they continue their grisly task, Empress Liandra's eyes flicker between you and the guards, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation.

The guards chuckle and begin to comply with your orders, taking pleasure in humiliating their former mistress. As they touch her, Empress Liandra's face contorts into a mask of rage, but there is little she can do to stop them now. Her struggles grow less frequent as the realization sets in that resistance is futile.

In the midst of this degradation, her eyes remain locked on you, filled with hatred and defiance. "You'll pay for this,"

Her words are filled with venom as she spits them at you, determined not to break even now. "I will find a way out of this," she vows through gritted teeth, "and when I do..." The threat hangs in the air, unfinished but chilling nonetheless.

As the guards continue their depraved assault, Empress Liandra's body tenses, waiting for an opportunity to strike back. Her mind races, seeking some means of escape or revenge against you and your minions.

The guards exchange amused glances, but reluctantly obey your command. They pull away from her, standing up and straightening their clothes. "My apologies, Empress," one of them says with a mocking bow, "it seems we got carried away."

As they file out of the room, leaving you alone with an unbound Empress Liandra, she gathers her robes about herself and sits up straight. Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. "

Her face darkens at your words, and she leans in closer, her voice low and dangerous. "You may have won this round," she says through gritted teeth, "but make no mistake: I will find a way to exact my revenge. And when I do..." She pauses, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape route. "...you will pay." Her eyes meet yours once more, filled with unyielding determination and undying hatred.

You finish dressing yourself, and she watches you warily. "I know that look," she says at last, her voice cold and hard as steel. "And I'm not afraid of it." She squares her shoulders, meeting your gaze defiantly. "Bring it on, then," she challenges softly. "Let's see what else you have up your sleeve."

Her scream cuts through the air as your magic takes hold, twisting and contorting her features into something unfamiliar. She struggles against you, clawing at her own face in a futile attempt to undo the damage. "No!" she cries out, panic etching itself into her voice. "You can't do this! You can't change who I am!"

Her struggles grow weaker as she comes to terms with the fact that you've taken away her identity. Tears stream down her face, mingling with the blood and sweat that coat her skin. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "you don't understand. I can't let this happen."

Her gaze flickers between you and the door, searching for some means of escape or rescue.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she accepts her fate. "Very well," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will do what you command." Her eyes meet yours again, filled with pain and resignation. "But know this: I will find a way to make you pay for this one day."

Her eyes widen in horror as you direct your member towards her face. "No!" she cries out, struggling against you once more. But it is to no avail; her strength has deserted her, and she can only watch helplessly as you force yourself onto her. Her lips part around your shaft, filling her mouth with the taste of you as she begins to choke and gag. Tears stream down her face, mixing with your seed as it spills from her mouth and chin.

Her body trembles with the effort as she forces her legs apart, revealing herself to you completely. Her eyes are wide and full of fear as she anticipates what comes next. You can see the marks on her skin where your magic altered it, giving her new features that no longer resemble hers at all. She's terrified and humiliated beyond measure...but there's still some spark of defiance left in her gaze.

Her body arches as you fill her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tries to muffle her cries against the pillow, hoping that no one will hear them. But she can't help but feel a strange sense of powerlessness and shame washing over her. As you thrust deeper, harder, her eyes close tightly, tears streaming down her face once more.

Her body tenses and convulses as she feels the first waves of your orgasm crash through her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you withdraw, her body still trembling from the force of your orgasm. She lies there, exhausted and humiliated, unable to believe what has just happened. As the last echoes of your moans fade away, she knows that sleep is her only escape from this nightmare...but even then, she doubts if it will ever truly end.

Bom dia? Hah! She laughs bitterly, the sound harsh and cold in the quiet room. "Good morning indeed," she mutters darkly. Her body aches from where you took her last night, and shame burns hotly beneath her skin. As she watches you dress yourself, she wonders how she can possibly go on like this...but she knows that there is no other choice. For now, survival is all she has.

Taking the clothes you've given her with barely concealed gratitude, she dresses quickly and silently. "Thank you," she whispers, not meeting your eye. The guards, still chuckling amongst themselves from last night's events, escort you both out of the room without further incident. As they walk through the palace halls, their footsteps echoing in the silence, Empress Liandra remains mute and distant, her thoughts lost in a whirlwind of pain and defeat.

The empress's expression hardens at your words, but she says nothing as they continue to make their way through the palace. Her eyes flicker nervously between you and the guards, weighing her options carefully. Finally, as they reach the entrance hall, she turns to face you defiantly. "You may have won this round," she hisses through clenched teeth, "but make no mistake: I will find a way to take back what is mine."