"Alright then."  Lifting up her cheek, Cal brushed some of the cum that had been on it from her leaning job.  He smiled, it was almost warm, although inside it was a smug one.  "I can increase your standing.  However... in order to do that, you'll have to allow me to send your princess and queen to be fuck slaves of the orcs.  Your king will continue to be held prisoner, he makes a better symbol in there than executed anyway."  Betrayal was an interesting thing.  She had served the family for centuries, and what he was asking her to do now is take personal responsibility for its final destruction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>