The queen's mother Lyssandra sat in her bed chamber, her face flushed, her emotions so chaotic that even she couldn't place a full handle on everything that was going on. Even with the problems she had faced all throughout her life, she had never faced a situation as such—the overwhelming emotions bubbling in her being too much.
Lyssandra knew things would get chaotic the moment she found out the young man... no... her treasure could heal her from the curse she had lived all throughout her life, but she never expected things to get twisted up so fast. Her heart burned with immense anger and extreme jealousy as the scenes of what Austin and Valdris did flashed in her mind.
Lyssandra's body felt tingly all over as those scenes flashed in her mind, her aged body that hadn't touched pleasure in a long time heating up. The nipples she rubbed and played around with roughly mere hours ago still begged for attention, to be pulled and played around with.