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rather I share your bed than that fool of a husband of yours.”
    Amne threw the cloth at him petulantly.  “I hate you!  I need to be loved and Elas does not know the meaning of the word.  Don’t you love me, Dragan?”
    “What do you think?  You’re the way to power, and I’m not going to stop until I get it.  Your husband is in my way.  Once I defeat and kill him, you will marry me and together we’ll rule this region.  Your father will have no choice but to go along with it or the empire will fall into civil war.  I have many supporters, and with your backing our control of Frasia and Kastan City will be assured.  Do you want to carry on with Elas Pelgion or do you want me to satisfy you at night?  Mmmm?” He held the princess’s gaze until she tossed her head and began redressing.
    “You think you’ll be ordering me about?  I’ll want a share of the power, Dragan, don’t forget that, or you can forget our arrangement!  I want my children to grow up with a father figure who will love them, someone they can respect and who has strength and power.  They won’t get any of that with Elas!”
    Dragan smiled confidently.  “You want one thing only, Amne, and that’s this,” and he took hold of her, ripped her cloak off, spun her round and pinned her to the bench face down.  He forced her legs apart and held her tight.  Amne swore and struggled, but Dragan grabbed his belt and pushed it into her mouth, riding a slap to his face.  He kept hold of the belt, now wrapped round her neck, and entered her roughly.  He thrust into her without mercy, and Amne made muffled sounds through the leather belt, her saliva dripping from it to the bench.  She couldn’t help herself; she climaxed repeatedly and her body shook, delighting Dragan, who eventually did so himself.  He withdrew harshly and pulled her head back by her hair, reclaimed his belt and once more began dressing.
    Amne slowly turned round, breathing hard.  “You horrible example of a man,” she panted.  “I ought to have you executed for that!  You take far too many liberties with me!”
    “And then you’d have to rely on that passionless eunuch for your pleasures,” Dragan sniggered.  “Oh, Amne, you’re a slave to your desires and cannot resist me; we both know that, so stop that nonsense and accept I’m your dream man.  The sooner I’m married to you the better, then we can do this all night long without concealment.”
    Amne licked her lips.  The leather left a sharp taste in her mouth.  “You’re an arrogant bastard, aren’t you?”
    “Only because I know how to pleasure you.  I’m right, as I always am, and I’m no fool like the Duras or Fokis.  I have no ambitions to rule Kastania – your father can have it, but I want to be governor of Frasia, a small part of the empire.  All I need is your support and that will be enough once I kill Elas.”
    “When are you going to do that?” Amne asked, easing her cloak over her still engorged nipples.  They rubbed and got sore unless she took care.  She still wanted him, her body craved it.  “Don’t take any longer than you need to.”
    “Soon.  Within a season.  I go now to finalise my plans.”  He kissed her hard once more and then pushed her aside and strode to the door, unbolting it and leaving without so much as a backward glance.
    “Bastard!” Amne breathed, then walked stiffly to the door, shut it and bolted it.  She adjusted her clothing and made her way through the garden, guided by the moonlight.  After two turns she came to the main pathway and was now in full view of the looming palace beyond.  A few lights were on, as was normal.  She reached the end of the gardens and crossed the courtyard, a silent and darker area.  A few guards could be seen vaguely making their rounds, and she got to the palace without bumping into any.
    A dark shadow was standing by the doorway, tall, broad and armed.  “So, how did it go?” he asked.
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