Aria begins to conquer the court.

Aria woke up to another day. She had arrived at the castle yesterday and during the night she was pleasuredly fucked by her father. She came nicely while being fucked and slept very relaxed.

But now the plans would have to continue. In the morning the emperor usually held the daily meeting to talk about the kingdom and in a time of war, today's meeting would certainly be very important.

Looking through her mother's clothes she found nothing useful that was proposed. Luckily Han had shared some system functions with her and she could use the internal storage.

She picked up a simple red dress that was slightly tight. The dress perfectly highlighted her curves and added a sensuality to her.

She skipped towards the throne. As she got closer she recognized some voices. Her brothers and uncles were also present.

Aria made her triumphant entrance. Her red silk dress flowed like liquid blood around her body as she walked with a radiant smile. Her black hair was tied up in an elaborate updo that left her neck bare, and small diamonds sparkled in her ears.

"Good afternoon, dear brothers, honored uncles," she greeted with a graceful bow, her smile lighting up the room. "Father," she added with special affection for Charles.

Normally, upon entering the royal hall, one had to greet the emperor first. But who would complain about Charles's darling?

Aria's smile, however, died on her lips when Lucian Quinn stepped forward, his face contorted in an expression of contempt. "Your Highness seems very happy for someone who shares a bed with a traitor."

Lucian Quinn was one of Aria's uncles. He was the finance minister. Personality-wise, he was a greedy, ambitious and, above all, corrupt person.

He was furious about the war, first because the event of the red stones alone had caused the kingdom's finances to plummet to an alarming level. He could barely earn any extra money.

And now with the war imminent, the kingdom's coffers would suffer. He would have to deal with more and more money invested in the war that might not come back after all Berovia was much stronger than Quinn.

Hearing the comment she replied

"What?" Aria froze, her eyes widening.

Weiran, her brother, let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, don't play innocent, sister. The evidence against your precious Han is irrefutable." 

Weiran is the emperor's eldest son. He wanted to be the emperor and was one of the most important candidates. But he was a petty, acidic person who liked to manipulate. He saw no problem in manipulating anyone to achieve his goals. 

"Look at the clues, Princess," Dorian Quinn interjected, his deep voice echoing throughout the hall. "Regular disappearances, letters sent to Berovia, closeness to James Vogen and also to Zou Vogen. Everything points to him being guilty of something. And even if he is not guilty, it is necessary that he come forward to explain himself."

Dorian is another uncle of Aria and was the Minister of Justice. The heavy hand of the kingdom. He was the one who took care of law and order throughout the Quinn kingdom. He was extremely strict and hated anything that went against the established laws. He was seen as an incorruptible man and was highly respected and feared in the tower. 

Dorian and Lucian were two people who lived in constant dispute. If it were up to Dorian he would personally kill the Minister of Finance, even knowing that he was his brother. He hated corruption.

Aria's face lost all color. Her lips trembled and tears began to form in her eyes. "No... it can't be true," her voice broke, a tear running down her cheek. "Han would never..."

Charles watched from the throne, his fingers tightening on the golden arms of his chair as he saw his favorite daughter begin to crumble in front of the court because of from the comments

"How can you?" Aria sobbed, her voice breaking. "How can you accuse the man who gave up everything for me? For Quinn?" More tears streamed down her face, staining the red silk of her dress.

Evander Quinn, the Minister of War, watched the scene with calculating eyes. "The evidence is substantial, princess. Your husband has been seen in suspicious areas, near the borders. I would like to believe in his innocence but..."

Evander was the Minister of War. He was purely military, he grew up among the military and remained there. He believes in discipline and loyalty. He was once a highly renowned war general until he was promoted to minister. He is close to Oriana, Aria's aunt.

As for the cards, they were all bluffs. Aria knew there was no way they had anything that could incriminate Han, but she still played along

"No!" Aria screamed, her voice choked with tears. She staggered a few steps, making her red dress ripple seductively. "Han loves me! He loves Quinn! How can they say that when he risked everything to warn us about the Berovia attack?"

Damian Quinn, her younger brother and always idealistic, seemed torn. "Sister, I want to believe you, but..." 

Damian was one of the candidates for the throne, but he was the opposite version of Weiran. While one was manipulative and cold, the other was naive and friendly. He was loved at court and on the streets. He was a person very similar to Dorian, fair. Naive about Weiran's manipulations, which left him at a disadvantage many times, but sometimes Damian's simplicity was so hard to understand that it caused Weiran to be defeated by his own schemes. 

"But nothing!" Daiyu, the most insecure of the brothers, interrupted. "She was always the favorite, always got everything she wanted. How do we know this isn't just another one of her tricks?" 

And finally Daiyu Quinn, the middle brother. He was extremely jealous because he was not as manipulative as Weiran, nor as charismatic as Damian, nor as loved as Aria. He felt extremely out of place without knowing what he was good at. This made him become an extremely jealous and petty person, always needing to assert himself and denigrate others.

Aria had other brothers. But only these 3 stood out and were allowed to enter the royal room and sit with the ministers. Each of them was supported by dukes, ministers, important people in the kingdom.

Tears now ran freely down Aria's face as she approached her father's throne. The movement caused her dress to fit even more to her body, revealing her curves in an almost sinful way.

"Father..." she sobbed, her voice trembling. "You know my heart, you know my body, you know my intentions. You know that I, your daughter, would never betray our family."

Charles watched his daughter, his eyes darkening with a mixture of fatherly protectiveness and something deeper, more primal, as he recalled the events of the previous night. His aura began to spread throughout the room, causing those present to instinctively recoil.

"I want to..." Aria continued, her voice low and shaky, "I want to prove my loyalty. Let me lead our troops against Berovia. Let me clear our family's name..."

"Absurd!" Lucian was the first to shout, his face red with indignation. "A woman leading our troops?"

"Father, you cannot consider this!" Weiran stepped forward, his voice sharp. "She has no military experience!"

"Emperor, I beg you to reconsider!" Evander protested, his posture rigid. "War is no place for..."

It was at this moment that Aria fell gracefully to her knees, the calculated movement causing her dress to slide strategically. The top of the red fabric slipped just enough for Charles to glimpse his daughter's pink nipple, making him swallow hard as he remembered how he had tasted it the night before.

Simultaneously, the back of her dress "accidentally" rode up, revealing part of her buttocks to the others present. The hall plunged into absolute silence, all voices of protest dying instantly.

Charles, who was remembering the night's action, was unaware of what was happening behind Aria; his vision was focused on the small nipple that he had savored so much last night.

As for the rear view, Aria's ass was exposed and without any protection. She was not wearing any panties.

Everyone's cock, even Damian and Dorian, who are fair people, got hard and wanted the princess.

It was possible to see her little pink ass and a little of her pussy, arousing the desire of everyone present. Each one had a different reaction.

Lucian Quinn - The finance minister licked his lips discreetly, his greedy eyes fixed on the exposed flesh. Like someone accustomed to wanting and taking what he wants, his cock trembled inside his pants before quieting down. "As attractive as it is, it is no better than a gold coin."

Weiran Quinn - A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he watched his sister. Even in his bitterness, he couldn't help but admire her masterful manipulation. His cock hardened, not only from carnal desire, but from the pleasure of seeing someone as skilled as him in the game of power. For him, Aria's action was not an accident, but something planned. An excellent move. Even he had to admit that he failed to resist.

Dorian Quinn - The strict minister of justice felt his face burn with shame, but he couldn't look away. His involuntary erection made him feel guilty, as if he were breaking some sacred law by desiring his niece. He thought he would never give in to temptation for a woman, but this time... His niece attracted him.

He wanted to scream at everyone "HOW INDECENT" but then everyone would see his erection.

Evander Quinn - The disciplined minister of war maintained his military posture, but his hands trembled slightly. His trained mind tried to stay focused on the strategic discussion, even as his cock throbbed against his armor. But among all those present, he was the weakest in terms of resistance to women. Having lived most of his life in battles and among men, he had not seen a beautiful ass for a long time.

Damian Quinn - The idealist blushed deeply, torn between his sense of morality and the primitive desire that consumed him. His hands sweated as he tried to process the conflicting feelings for his sister. He, who was innocent, for the first time felt a strong attraction to a woman. No, being honest with himself, he admitted. He fell in love with that ass.

Daiyu Quinn - The middle brother felt a mixture of jealousy and lust. His member throbbed painfully as he imagined all the attention Aria had always received, now understanding perfectly why. He needed to have that woman for himself. Only then could he prove that he was capable. Only then would everyone look at him and envy him for having such a beautiful woman.

It is worth mentioning that Aria was wearing the necklace of lust. It had not had the slightest effect on her for a long time, but for those around her, it still had a slight effect. She wore it mainly because it was a gift from Han, and it had the ability to slowly make everyone around her hornier. Perhaps without the necklace, some might have resisted taking a second look, but with it present. Everyone's lust was revealed.

Everyone became excited.

"Father..." Aria whispered, her voice choked with tears as she kept her head lowered in submission. "Let me prove my worth... Let me show that I am worthy of the name Quinn."

Charles felt his aura pulse stronger, filling the room with an almost suffocating pressure. His eyes could not divert from the tempting sight of his daughter kneeling in front of him, so vulnerable and yet so powerful.

"My dear daughter..." his voice came out hoarse, full of conflicting emotions. "Stand up..."

Charles stood up from his throne, his aura now filling the room with an overwhelming pressure. Some of those present took involuntary steps back, intimidated by the display of power.

"My daughter has shown more loyalty to Quinn than anyone else here," his voice boomed through the room. "While you vie for power and make accusations, she offers to fight for the kingdom herself. You should be ashamed that a woman has more balls than anyone here."

Aria remained on her knees, tears still streaming down her face as her dress continued to reveal strategic parts of her skin. She could feel the gazes of those present alternating between desire and fear.

"But father," Weiran tried to argue, his voice now less confident. "She has no military training..."

"Silence!" Charles ordered, making the very walls of the room vibrate. His eyes could not leave his daughter's kneeling figure, especially the exposed nipple that made him relive memories of the night before. "Evander."

The Minister of War stepped forward, trying to maintain his military composure despite Aria's tempting sight. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"You will personally supervise my daughter," Charles declared. "All her decisions you must analyze. And if it is not harmful to our kingdom, she will have command. And as for Han..." he paused, his eyes darkening. "No accusations will be made without concrete evidence. Is that clear?"

Charles needed to defend his son-in-law. He had betrayed Han by fucking his wife and even if he didn't know it, this man had continued his marriage with Aria, caring for her and supporting her. He would not allow such a person to be accused.

Besides, for Charles, he thought Han was innocent because there was no way he could plan betrayals while worrying about his own wife being fucked.

Of all those present, the one who was most shaken was Daiyu.

He muttered words audible only to him. -"She's always been the favorite... Why always her?!" Daiyu swallowed hard, her clenched teeth cutting off her words. "This time... this time I'll..."

The Emperor's aura pulsed one last time, making it clear that there was no room for argument. Aria finally looked up, a small smile of victory hidden between her tears.

The silence that followed the Emperor's order was broken only by the soft rustling of Aria's dress as she finally stood up, tears still in her eyes. Her red dress adjusted itself again, but the effect was already done, every man present had been marked by the seductive sight. Her face now had a smile.

"Well," Lucian cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he opened a scroll. "We have urgent matters to discuss. Reports indicate that our resources are..."

"The finances can wait," Weiran interrupted, his voice still laced with bitterness. "James Vogen is marching towards us with an army of 120,000 men. Our scouts have confirmed that they are only two weeks away from the capital." The hall grew tense. Aria quietly wiped away her tears, keeping her expression worried as she watched the discussion unfold. "Father," Weiran continued, turning to Charles. "What will be done? We need an immediate strategy to defend the capital." Charles, still standing before his throne, sat down and let an enigmatic smile play across his lips. "Why do you ask me, son?" "What do you mean? You are the Emperor and..."

"No," Charles interrupted, his gaze shifting to Aria. "Ask the new warlord."

Weiran clenched his fists at his father's reaction, his nails digging into his palms. Every concession to Aria was a step away from his own imperial dream.

'Sister, today's battle… You won.'

All eyes turned to Aria, who still maintained a seemingly fragile posture, but her eyes shone with calculating intelligence.

'So, dear sister,' Weiran practically spat the words. 'What is your plan to prevent us all from being slaughtered?'

'If you want to play, then let's play then, sister,' Weiran thought.

Aria wiped the last of the tears from her face and stood up straight. Her body still trembled slightly, but her voice was firm and clear as she replied,

'Berovia sees us as weak and cowardly. They expect us to hide behind our walls, passively awaiting their attack.' She walked across the room. "That's exactly what we won't do."

"What?" Weiran scoffed. "Are you going to suggest we attack an army three times our size?"

"No," Aria smiled, her eyes still shining with unshed tears. "I suggest we ambush them. James Vogen is arrogant, he marches his army along the main route, without worrying about attacks."

Evander Quinn frowned, his military interest clearly piqued. "Go on."

"The Whispering Woods are five days away, on the route they're taking," Aria pointed to the map on the wall. "The terrain is uneven, with several gorges. If we position our troops strategically..."

"We could attack them by surprise," Evander finished, his eyes shining with understanding.

"Exactly," Aria confirmed. "They don't expect an offensive from us. Their formation will be loose, unprepared. If we attack at night, with small groups at different points..."

"We would wreak havoc on their ranks," Charles concluded, a proud smile on his face. "And James Vogen would not be able to organize a proper defense in the rough terrain."

Lucian Quinn looked skeptical. "And how do you know so much about military strategy, dear niece?"

Aria let a single tear run down her cheek. "Do you think I was just playing house with Han? He taught me so much about military tactics. Ironically, you accuse him of treason when his knowledge could save us all."

Charles rose majestically from his throne, his aura still pulsing through the hall. "Court is dismissed. Evander, you and my daughter will remain to discuss the details of strategy."

The air heavy with sexual tension began to dissipate as the men filed out of the hall, each still affected by the seductive sight of moments before. Weiran was the last to leave, casting a calculating glance at his sister before closing the heavy doors behind him.

Everyone left to do their own thing. Only Daiyu did something suspicious. As he left, he waved to a guard. Who waved back at him. As for the reason for the exchange of signals, it was currently unknown.

Inside the hall, when it was just the three of them, Aria straightened her posture, discreetly adjusting her dress. "Minister Evander, we need to act quickly. The Whispering Forest will be our battlefield." 

"We need to divide our forces into three groups," she continued, approaching the map. "The main one, with our heavy infantry and combat mages, will attack the rear. The elemental mages can amplify the forest's natural fog to provide cover."

Evander, still struggling to maintain professionalism after the previous scene, nodded. "What about the other two groups?"

"Light cavalry and archers," Aria traced the routes with her delicate finger. "Positioned in the passes for quick attacks when chaos sets in. We need the messengers to leave today to rally our troops." Charles watched with pride as his daughter and the Minister of War refined the details of the ambush. 

When the details of the strategy were finalized, Charles waved Evander away. The Minister of War bowed, leaving father and daughter alone in the throne room.

"Aria..." Charles began, his voice softer now that they were alone. "Do you... intend to continue staying at the castle during this time?" Aria turned to him with a sweet, innocent smile, her eyes still slightly moist from earlier tears. "Of course, Daddy. I feel so safe here..." She moved closer to him, her red dress still hugging her curves. "You always protect me so well..."

Charles felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered the night before, her moans, the heat of her body, the forbidden pleasure they shared. His throat went dry.

"Did you... sleep well last night?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He wanted to know if he had somehow been discovered or if his daughter had something to report.

"Very well, as soon as I lay down I passed out and went into a deep sleep." she answered with calculated sweetness, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't know what happened, but I slept very well. I felt like Daddy was taking care of me. If it happens again I'll be happy."

The double meaning of her words made Charles's cock throb inside his pants, but he kept his composure. Aria continued to act like the innocent and devoted daughter, as if the night before had been just a dream.

"I'm glad you slept well, my daughter. I hope today is as good as yesterday''

If he could, Charles would speed up time so that night would come soon and Aria could go to sleep. With her clearly asking for a treatment to sleep well, he couldn't completely control himself. He felt that if he stayed in the same room as her, he might throw himself on her body and commit another nefarious act.

''Since everything is over, you can leave. Remember that you are now the one in charge of this war. Be here early again tomorrow''

''Okay, daddy. I will do whatever you want''

Those words sent another shiver down Charles' spine. Luckily, Aria turned and left. 

He didn't even dare look at her back as she left for fear of losing control. 

She was satisfied. In just a few days, she had already secured an important position in the court, and even her father, who was resistant to it, didn't hesitate. 

Outside, Aria walked through the castle corridors, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble. The red dress still hugged her curves as she made her way to the Minister of War's chambers. Her plan was simple, to ensure that Evander was completely under her control before the battle.

As she reached the door to the minister's chambers, two guards in shining armor stood guard. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the princess approaching.

"Hello, gentlemen," Aria smiled sweetly. "I need to discuss some details of strategy with Minister Evander. It is a matter of urgency."

"Your Highness," one of the guards bowed respectfully. "The Minister is in his chambers. Should I announce you?"

"That will not be necessary," she replied, her smile calculating. "Matters of war cannot wait for formalities, can they?"

The guards exchanged hesitant glances, but none dared question the princess's authority, especially after the events of that morning had already begun to spread. With a bow, they opened the heavy doors, allowing Aria to enter Evander's private quarters.

"Uncle, your niece has come for private lessons."

With a smile that held many meanings, the door closed behind Aria.