Jim, the arrogant sex toy.

Few days later. The Kingdom of Ikpala.

"How long more?"

The lady's face flushed to match up the words. She was all bossy and meant the tone to be inflected too. She was dressed in a casual blue gown, with a little hit and bits of embroidery. Her eyes were elegant, illuminating the rage of her beauty.

She was seated on the throne and by her side were two female guards. Or say, attendants. She seemed to have her own taste of governance.

To some extent, she was audacious, but you could tell by her distinct ingenuity, that she always had quite the numbers of thing up her sleeves. Which were always hidden from those who were around her.

She loved riding solo.

"Just three more scrubs."

The man by her feet muttered, his rough face folding into a sheet of frown. But he was wise enough to hide it from her. He wouldn't want to have his head chopped off.

He had seen many people ordered to be killed by her. Though there was a stray thing to it, but he didn't buy it.