The Empress’s Heart (part 1)

It was a very strange dream, whispered by an otherworldly aura that had invaded Adela's room. It felt too real to be a mere fabrication, too significant to simply wake up from.

Cursed is a desert that envelops Healers in its sands...

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"Your Imperial Majesty…" came the voice of her most trusted guard from behind the silk draperies of her bed, the holiest place in her palace.

The Empress disregarded the summons, her day filled with tormenting tidings that seemed to besiege her from every direction. All she yearned for now was to relax in the company of the two men within the lavish embrace of her grand canopy bed.

Her blindfolded toy was already nibbling on her breast while her hand admired the size of her other toy. His bagged head added to the allure of his delicious body, a pleasant aftereffect of not wanting his mouth near any part of her since his face was so ugly. 

They were both Healers, her favorite kind.