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“You must be some toons special animation kind of stupid to turn yourself over to me,” Ariela said, plainly, a frown on her lips as she read the girl's body language, superior, prim, “What did you think you would achieve by coming here?” The girl shrugged plainly, glancing around, studying the room as if sizing it for new drapes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers before turning her attention back to the Dark Queen, her expression and tone matching in condescension, as if speaking to a Cartoons child. “To marry you, of course.” Atrin would forever cherish the expression that crossed Ariela’s face, a confused mix of shock and fury from the words and the manner in which she had spoken them, her mouth open, her eyes going wide then comics squinting, her brows furrowed, “Why… What would make you think I would want to marry someone like you?” Sophia let out an exasperated sigh as if she had already explained herself a thousand times and was repeating herself to a particularly dense servant, “Because we both get what we want. I get to be powerful and you get a royal on the throne next to you. And if you have a royal on the throne next to you then all your silly rebels might just be placated! You get your happy little Empire, I get to be at the top. Everyone wins.” Unlike Sophia, Atrin could see that despite Ariela’s seemingly cool demeanour she was seething on the inside, her emerald eyes practically shimmering with traces of her magic, which she at any given instant could so easily lash out at the uppity would be Princess with. “Atrin,” Ariela spoke calmly, her gaze settling on his, “Would publicly executing this tart help our cause at all?” Sophia’s mouth opened in shock but, snapping, Ariela whipped two fingers towards her, a bolt of emerald hitting the blonde in the chest. She took a step back, not from the impact but from surprise, her glare turning sour as she opened her mouth to speak. Atrin raised an eyebrow as Sophia’s lips moved, her expression becoming increasingly exasperated as she talked, yelled, screamed, silent. “That is so much better,” Ariela said, a small smirk playing on her purple lipsticked lips, “Anyway, General, public execution?” Atrin glanced from the silently raging blonde back to Ariela, “I er, doubt it, my Queen, despite not being of direct lineage to the old king, she was still viewed as royalty.” “Damn. Very well, lock her up, throw away the key, just take her from my sight.” Ariela snapped her fingers dismissively and the guards flanking the silent girl, her hair mussed from her silent screams, siezed each of her arms and began to drag her kicking and not quite screaming from the room. Atrin flashing cleared his throat, “I… I think she had information she was willing to trade, my Queen.” He gave them about five minutes before following. "Take them off. In her heart, she knew the comics answer, but she was having a hard time saying it. The giant Ibit appeared to be in a wild panic, confused at it stumbled around, frantically lashing out at the animation walls and ceiling. toons Nothing is lewd. I heard Cartoons her, quietly speaking, “I’m not here to get in your way, Dawn. Tom didn't try to convince me flashing to suck him off at all. Tulix Folding Table Model 495-A She was herself bathed in a whitish-pink glow of light, whirling in powerful, writhing streamers around her body. More specifically, about me getting an eyeful of his wife's bare, kinky-haired pussy, and her butt. “What’s the matter boy, did I do something wrong?”