"Know that you will not always be a prince." The god of the pit declares. "But as my son, you have the potential to be something greater." With that cryptic message, the gate to Tartarus closes, and Cleon is alone once more.
Heading to the guest wing of the palace, Cleon knocks on the door of the grandest room, and it swings open almost immediately. Inside, he finds the diplomat, a woman surprisingly not much older than the prince himself. On one side of her, a slave pours wine into a cup, while on the other, a different slave wields a large fan, cooling the woman off. "Leave us." She orders, and the servants bow to her and Cleon, before departing. The woman looks at him, standing, before bowing herself.
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"Prince Cleon. I was waiting for you." She looks in his eyes.
Cleaon, was surprised at the parting statement, especially since how soft it was... and also how foreboding... Him, not prince anymore? Ridiculous... Unless... he would become a king! That was a logical answer. Yes! Not prince, but something greater - a king! It was so obvious!
King Cleon, ruler of Aegina!
Prince Cleon smiled. Despite the initial news of his heritage, the day was progressing nicely~ just, as it should!
As he entered the diplomat's chamber, his eyes were immediately drawn to the naked beauty. He could appreciate the shape of her body, the richness of her chest, the fitness of her thighs, the scultpure of her stomach, the darkness of her skin.
He ignored the slaves as they left, as they were beneath him. His eyes firmly on the woman, since she was flouting her body, shamelessly seducing him, he made sure to drink her beauty in.
"Forgive my delay, my lady. I had an urgent business in the temple." He greeted her as he bowed slightly, "I've been told to meet you." He said as he started walking around her, his eyes carefully inspecting her... assets. "I've been told that you came with intention of forming a trade deal with our kingdom." He said as he stepped behind the woman wearing... only her jewellery. "Could you tell me more, of it?" He asked as he stopped next to her, in her personal space.
As he looked down at the woman, he riched out inside him - the power his father granted him, he was curious of what it would do? Would it help him to smell... discern the truth? Or would he still need to rely on his superior intelligence and unmatched charm?
'How curious this talk could go~' He thought as he looked down on the woman's large shapely tit - such an obvious manipulation. Who did this woman though he was? A soldier? On the wave of his hand, dozens wenches of comperable, if not greater beauty would line up to suck his cock. His eyes moved to concentrate on the woman's eyes, face, and movements of her body.