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Rhene listened closely as the second-in-command was allowed to fill in the men on just what was going to happen to them if they dared rebel. The language was far different from the language of their own, however there were few words that remained unchanged. Such as the word Amazon, that did not follow and was not following the word Queen or anything that Rhene could identify as another word for queen. Rhene was focused on his words, she was no translator. She could not make assumptions to what it was the man was saying. However, she had a feeling that nowhere in his words had he addressed her as he should. Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps it was the lack of trust Rhene truly had for the men standing before her. <br/>
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Whatever it was that he had said, however he had it said. It did not matter as many of his men began to follow instructions whilst others stood so still Rhene could have sworn they were attempting to camouflage themselves before making a quick getaway. It was those very men that Zya, Koa and Eris went for. Showing no mercy as they ripped, cut and tore clothing from the men’s bodies. It was a brutal display, one that lacked blood and gore, yet perhaps it would have been easier to stomach if there had been.<br/>
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Rhene did not focus on the scene before her, instead she focused her attention to the two men standing before her. One obedient, and one who stared up at her with a look of pure rebelliousness and disdain. The leader who respected not an ounce of her authority. Then the man said something that surprised her, and horrified those ladies that remained standing either side of her throne. Rhene did not speak immediately. Instead she let those two amusing words hang in her mind for a few moments, considering them. <br/>
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“~How dare you?” Zelia, yet another lady of the Queen spoke up. A stunning woman with skin the colour of burned carmel, hazel eyes that burned into the man who had dared speak to her queen in such a way. Her dress was golden, and sat upon her like melted gold trickling down her body. “~I ought to cut your tongue for speaking to my queen as you have done” Zelia had not moved from her position at the queen’s side, she of course did not have permission as Zya or Koa did to strip the men and she most definitely did not have authority to hurt these men.<br/>
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“~Zelia” Rhene’s voice was quiet, but silken as she addressed her lady, silencing her with just her name. But it earned her a small look that demanded explanation from perhaps what could be considered her most fiery lady. Though Rhene did not give her that explanation, instead she stood and made her way down to where the man stood, and stood tall in front of him.<br/>
“~You do not command me” Rhene spoke “~I am no obedient slave like the women of your people, just as you are no man of my people” Rhene explained. Her hand however came to the front of his trousers, gently palming at what lurked beneath the surface. Strange, she could find his appendage with little effort. Already she could tell he was carrying far more than the men of Siguran did.<br/>
“~The difference is” Rhene began at a whispered, keeping her eyes locked on his “~You <i>will </i>be an obedient slave, you’re able to be trained. I am a queen. I am not quite so obedient”. Her hand that did not palm him, rested gently on the muscles that led down to whatever lurked beneath his trousers. Lines that were sharp enough to make muscle feel like bone. That hand was gentle, only her fingertips graced and danced over that sensitive skin.</span>