Aria visits Charles

Aria entered the castle with the confidence of someone who knew every hallway, every guard, every glance. The coachman's cum still dripped between her thighs as she walked toward the throne room, reminding her of the power she held over men. 

The guards watched her with a mixture of fear and desire - not because of the rumors of her "corruption", but because she was the daughter of the man who had defeated a level 21 Legendary mage. Charles had become even more powerful and feared and insane since then.

"Princess Aria," one of the ministers greeted her, bowing deeply. "We did not expect your visit today."

"I need to see my father," she replied and without waiting for the minister to say anything she headed toward the place. "Urgent matters."

In the main hallway, she noticed how different the castle had been since Charles had demonstrated his new power and invaded Yuxuan. The servants moved faster, the guards were more alert, and there was a tension in the air.

The great doors to the throne room opened, and Aria took a deep breath. Charles sat on his throne, the red stone having raised its level to 22 and giving off a powerful aura. His eyes met hers, and for a moment Aria felt a shiver run down her spine—not of fear, but of anticipation.

"My daughter," he said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar weight. "To what do I owe your visit?"

Aria entered the throne room with grace and dignity, each step measured like a true princess. The guards and ministers present bowed respectfully.

"Father," she greeted formally, curtsying. "I have urgent news about Berovia. A possible invasion is underway."

Everyone present except Charles was taken aback, before a few anxious ministers could respond Charles opened his mouth. "Everyone, leave," he ordered, his voice brooking no question.

When they were alone, Aria's formality melted away. She approached the throne and casually sat on her father's lap as she had done before, leaning her back against Charles's chest as she spoke.

"First, I wanted to thank you," she said softly, settling herself on his lap. "For saving me that day. I remember seeing you enter the room and then... everything went hazy. I only woke up in Han's arms. He told me that you killed everyone except Robert, who is missing." 

Charles felt his cock grow hard involuntarily against his daughter's buttocks, memories of that night invading his mind.

Aria didn't seem to notice, but Charles knew that she was a grown woman and that she knew about men and women. He somehow felt that there was no innocence in her actions, perhaps something unconscious or planned? He didn't know how to answer, but his cock was completely hard between Aria's ass cheeks and that was undeniable.

He was also relieved that she didn't seem to remember, and grateful to Han. But at the same time, a forbidden desire was growing inside him.

"About Berovia," she continued, her serious voice a contrast to her intimate stance. "They're planning to attack us. Three battalions are marching toward us, and Han's brother James is leading one of them."

"Berovia…" Charles murmured, trying to focus on the news despite the disturbing proximity of Aria in his lap. "Before we talk about that, that day in the mine…"

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "When I arrived, I saw those men… Robert and the others… I lost control. I don't pride myself on violence, but no one touches my daughter like that."

His hands lightly squeezed Aria's waist, a protective gesture that held another hidden meaning. "After that, my memory also gets... confused. I only remember meeting you and then... darkness. But I need an explanation from you, how did it all happen?"

Aria, who had already considered answering this question, quickly made a scene.

Her voice took on a tone of tears and hurt.

"Dad... they had drugged me at that infamous party that took place a while ago and somehow they managed to record everything... After that they blackmailed me that if I didn't do what they wanted they would show it to the entire capital and especially to Han. I... I could only try to be strong and accept everything they asked."

Tears fell from the princess's eyes.

"But in the end Han ended up finding out everything... I thought he would want to abandon me, but he supported me and defended me. Unfortunately, when he went to confront everyone, even knowing he was weaker, he couldn't fight and was beaten. And left inside a trunk and I never saw him again... It was only after father appeared and defended me that he told him he was forced to listen. everything they did to me...''

With a smile on her face and shining eyes she concluded

''Even so, he still said he loves me and that he will not leave me under any circumstances. I am lucky to be married to this man.''

Charles thanked Han again. Not just any man could go through this situation and still continue to love his wife. He felt he needed to reward him somehow.

''And how are you feeling, my daughter?''

''I am fine, father. I do not want to talk about this subject anymore or remember it. The important thing is that I am fine now and with the two men I love most in this world.''

When Aria said this, she discreetly moved, wiggling on Charles' lap. His cock, which was between her buttocks, became even more stuck in her ass, feeling the heat and a certain humidity.

Charles swallowed hard, feeling his member throb involuntarily against his daughter's buttocks. "The important thing is that you're safe now. As for Berovia... three battalions, you said?"

Aria shifted in her father's lap, causing another "accidental" friction that made Charles hold his breath for a moment.

"Yes, Father. Three battalions," she replied, her voice soft. "You did well to punish those men. They... they deserved it." She shivered slightly, as if remembering a trauma, but really savoring the memory.

"As for James..." she continued, unconsciously (or not) shifting in her father's lap as she spoke. "He leads the first battalion. It seems the Emperor of Berovia is forcing him somehow." 

Charles tried to stay focused on the conversation, but his daughter's soft body in his lap and the memories of that night in the mine made the task almost impossible. His completely rigid member pressed against her. He knew he should care about his daughter's well-being and not desire her in this way. She had just been through a traumatic event and one of the men she had met had

"And... how did you find out about all this?" he asked, his voice hoarse than usual.

"I have my ways, father. Mainly related to Han, he has a secret and recently he's been getting more powerful. Soon he'll be able to protect me just like you, father," she replied sweetly, turning her face slightly towards him.

Charles swallowed hard, his hands still on Aria's waist. Level 22 power pulsed inside him, along with a desire he tried desperately to suppress.

"You... you've grown so much," he murmured, his voice betraying a mix of fatherly pride and something deeper. "You're not that little girl who used to run through the halls anymore."

Aria rested her head on her father's shoulder, her scent invading his senses. "I'm still your girl, father. Only now I can help more... be more useful to the kingdom."

In Charles's vision he could see his daughter's cleavage, Aria's loose dress left a slight nipple escaping and Charles couldn't take his eyes off.

The emperor could only close his eyes for a moment, trying to control his thoughts. His cock throbbed painfully against Aria's soft buttocks.

"About Berovia," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "We need to prepare ourselves. How long do we have until..."

"Two weeks, maybe less," she replied, shifting slightly to look him in the eye. "Father... are you okay? You seem... tense."

Charles took a deep breath, the movement pushing his chest closer to Aria's back.

"I'm fine, just... worried about the situation," he replied, his voice deeper than usual. "I didn't expect Berovia to be so bold."

Aria shifted again on his lap, presumably to get more comfortable. The movement made Charles hold back a low groan.

"Father..." she said softly. "You're the strongest man I know. Level 22 now. No one would dare truly challenge us knowing your true power. They want to intimidate us with numbers."

Her words made him involuntarily tighten his grip on her waist. The praise fueling both his pride and his forbidden desire.

"Still, we need to be cautious," he managed to say, trying to maintain his composure. "If James is involved, there must be something more... something we're not seeing."

"I trust you to protect us," Aria replied, her voice sweet as she snuggled closer to him. "As you always have."

Charles felt his control slipping dangerously. Her scent, her soft body, the memories of that night... everything conspired to break his resistance.

"And how is it with no husband about being attacked by his own brother? Where does his loyalty lie?"

Aria stood up and glared at her father.

"Father. Don't ever doubt Han. His loyalty is with us. His loyalty is with me and what I want is also what he wants. My husband would never betray us. He was shaken but he told me he understands that in royalty, unfortunately, it can happen from time to time that you have to cross swords with your own blood."

Despite her harsh response, Charles was grateful that now that she had stood up, he could regain some of the control he was close to losing. The downside was that there was now a clear and visible mountain in his pants. He hoped Aria would keep looking him straight in the eye and not focus on it.

"I understand, daughter. If his loyalty lies with us, I won't question him."

He was planning to stand up and make up an excuse, but at that moment Aria stepped forward.

"Father," Aria said softly, sitting back down on his lap. "It's late… would it be possible for me to sleep here tonight? In my mother's old room?"

Charles felt his heart race at the request. "Her… room?"

"Yes," she replied, shifting slightly. "I miss it here sometimes. And Han is busy with Vogen family matters. I thought it would be nice to spend a night in the castle… like the old days."

The emperor swallowed hard, memories of his wife and the night in the mine mixing in his mind. His cock pulsed involuntarily against Aria's soft buttocks.

"Of course, my daughter," he managed, his voice husky. "The room... is always ready for you."

"Thank you, Father," Aria smiled, finally rising from his lap. Charles felt simultaneously relieved and lost at the absence of her body.

"I'll have the room prepared," he said, trying to ignore the erection evident beneath his royal robes. "And... I'll send extra guards for your protection."

"I don't need guards, Father," she replied sweetly. "I feel safe knowing you're close by. Besides..." she hesitated purposefully. "After that day in the mine, I know nothing can hurt me while I'm under your protection. And I don't want other men near me."

Charles felt his face heat, both from the compliment and from knowing he had desires for his daughter that went beyond simple protection.

"If that's what you want, fine," he replied. "After everything that's happened..."

"As you wish, Father," Aria agreed with a small smile. "I'll take a bath and get some rest. It's been a long journey to get here."

The mention of a bath caused Charles to grip the armrests of the throne, his knuckles turning white with the force.

Charles shook off his thoughts of Aria and focused on his responsibilities as emperor. His level 22 power, obtained through the red stone, would be crucial to the upcoming war.

"Convene the war council," he ordered his servants. "And bring the maps of the kingdom."

As he walked to the strategy room, his mind processed the information. He had defeated a Legendary mage, proving that his current power was formidable. Berovia didn't know who he was getting into.

In the war room, Charles pored over the maps. Three battalions marching toward him meant he would need to strengthen the capital's defenses. But with his newfound power, he could personally lead the troops.

"Prepare the defenses," he ordered. "And send messengers to all the noble families. It's time to show your loyalty to the kingdom."

His power pulsed within him as he planned. The red stone had changed everything—he could now take on any mage of similar rank without worry. The war would be his chance to show the world the true power of the Quinn kingdom.

Charles continued to study the maps, his initial confidence giving way to calculated concern.

"Three battalions…" he muttered, scanning the reports. "James at level 17 is the least of his worries."

He knew Berovia was militarily superior. The average level of their troops was 13, significantly higher than Quinn's 10. And the other two leaders—a mage and a warrior, both level 20—would be formidable opponents even for him at level 22. Apart from officers of levels 18 and 19, even an elephant would be defeated by countless ants.

"We need to be strategic," he told his generals. "We can't face them in the open. We'll use the terrain to our advantage, fortify key positions."

His power pulsed within him as he planned. Even though he was the strongest individually, he knew he couldn't be everywhere at once. If all three battalions attacked simultaneously at different points…

"Reinforce the walls of the capital," he ordered. "And evacuate the villages near the border. We can't let our people be held hostage."

Charles continued to plan his defense as news spread through the capital:

Panic was beginning to spread. Merchants were closing their shops, noble families were sending valuable belongings to safety, and food prices were soaring in the markets.

"Three battalions from Berovia..."

"The son of the Vogen leads one of them..."

"They say they have level 20 mages..."

The whispers on the streets grew louder by the hour.

In the noble district, the situation was even more tense. Families that had already suffered from the recent massacres now feared an invasion.

"We must choose sides carefully," one duke whispered to another during a secret meeting. They planned to betray if it suited them.

"Charles has individual power, but Berovia has numbers."

"And if James Vogen really does lead a battalion. The princess husband's family must be traitors..."

Alliances began to form and quickly fall apart. Some families were already planning to flee, others were looking for ways to profit from the impending conflict, while the most powerful calculated which side to support.

Charles continued to plan the defense as news spread throughout the capital:

In the castle, as Charles planned the defense, his sons entered the war room:

"Father, we need to discuss Han Vogen," the eldest prince spoke. "He is the one who brought this war upon us. Let's just hand him over and everything can be resolved."

"And now James Vogen is leading a battalion against us," another prince added. "The Vogen are traitors."

Charles looked at his sons, his level 22 aura making the air heavy. "And Aria? Are you suggesting that your sister is also a traitor?"

"She is blinded by love, father," the third prince argued. "Han has manipulated her from the beginning. A man without talent can only rely on manipulation."

"Enough!" Charles slammed his fist on the table, cracks forming in the solid wood.

"Your sister is sleeping in her mother's room tonight. Han saved her from those... those monsters in the mine. The situation has not been resolved yet, but if any of you have anything to do with it..."

The princes looked at each other, noticing something strange in their father's voice when he mentioned the incident in the mine. But none of them dared to question him. They knew that the emperor loved Princess Aria more than anything, they thought it would be an opportunity to diminish that love, but their father was adamant.

Since they knew that they had nothing to do with what happened to Robert, everyone remained calm.

"Leave," Charles ordered. "We have a war to plan."

"Father, you are not thinking clearly," the eldest prince insisted. "The Vogen are a threat. First old Zou kills the prince of Berovia, now James leads an army against us, if we do nothing soon Han will want to become emperor too..."

"And where is he? His family is about to attack our kingdom and he doesn't show up to justify himself or show loyalty?" the second prince added. "How can we trust someone who..."

"SILENCE!" Charles boomed, his level 22 aura making the air heavy. "Am I the emperor of this kingdom or are you? Am I your father or am I your children? Do you really dare to talk back to me?"

The princes instinctively backed away. They remembered how their father had grown in power, how he had mastered the red stone in a unique way, and how unstable he had been recently.

"But father..." the third prince still tried to argue, his voice already trembling.

Charles stood up from the throne, his presence dominating the entire room. "AM I THE EMPEROR OR ARE YOU?"

The power emanating from him made the princes fall to their knees, trembling. No one dared to respond. The display of strength was enough to silence any further questioning.

"Leave," he ordered coldly. "And don't you dare question my decisions again."

The princes hurriedly withdrew, still trembling from their father's display of power. They were afraid of causing any further discontent. Every wrong move in the court was one less point to be chosen as the next emperor.

No one wanted to compromise at that moment.

In the room Charles ordered everyone to leave and was left alone. He began to think and pace around the castle.

"I really am a pathetic emperor. My subjects dare to lay a hand on my daughter and my sons dare to disrespect and question me.'

'I must use this war to reestablish my prestige. Only then will everyone respect me without daring to touch what is mine or without daring to question what I say.'

'As for Han's father, I must make sure that he can become a support for me. If Han is such an upright and faithful man, perhaps he could have learned from his father. I must investigate and try to bring him to my side.'

Unconsciously Charles walked while thinking.

Finally he stopped and when he realized it he was in front of a door that was half-open.

Inside was Aria sleeping completely naked in a deep sleep.

Charles stared at her without blinking for several minutes.

Finally taking a deep breath, he entered and closed the door behind him.