Herald of Steel

When Hellma initially answered Alexander in that provocative manner, Seelima had become so angry that she clawed into the armrest of her couch like she wanted to rip it apart.

’You unfilial of a daughter! You dare disobey! After all I have done for you!’ Her lungs seemed to want to burst out such vehemence and indignation- and the only reason she did not was because she feared it would draw attention from outside and ruin the meeting.

But now, seeing Alexander’s mild tempered reaction, the regal lady breathed a huge sigh of relief and calmed herself down. Then as the temperature of the room dropped to normal, she was finally able to think straight, so immediately set out to get the record straight,

"Snort! Husband? When did you get a husband? Why did I never get the invitation to the wedding then?" She instantly rebuked her daughter, waving that claim away with a casual breeze of her hands. It was like what Hellma said had the equivalence of a fly.

Then the Queen Mother turned to Alexander, and tauntingly smirked, "My lord, why don’t you ask her how many times her ’husband’ has visited her in the last three months? Heh....go on!’

"...." Hellma clenched her dainty hands into rock solid fists at her mother’s jab, her face darkening like the summer thunderclouds.

Indeed, Ptolomy had begun neglecting her soon after her pregnancy. That was even one of the excuses Seelima had used to cajole her daughter into participating tonight.

’If he loved you so much, why has he not married you? Why is he with that slut? Hellma my daughter... listen to your mother!’

The Queen Mother’s words quickly flashed inside the young daughter, as did the neglect from Ptolomy That made the girl’s heart both bitter and resentful.

As the reason why Ptolomy did that- well, it was not actually out of malice.

It was simply a factor of callousness- as already iterated, the man was not the sharpest tool in the shade, so he simply did not think seeing her was important enough.

In his mind, since Hellma was already pregnant, what was the point in lying with her? The goal had already been achieved! As for any care and medical treatment,

’Hellma has her mother and an army of maids. It is their job to take care of her. What would a man like me do there?’

Ptolomy thought like that. And many men of this time too were like that- they did not think it was manly to show care and comfort to their womenfolk.

The king had really learned from the ’best’.

Then to further add fuel to the fire, Lord Assazd had also taken the chance to introduce his daughter right at that point- and the pent up Ptolomy became easily tempted by that fresh, coquettish face.

Indeed to most men, the most alluring girl in the world was a fresh, never before seen one. Hence Ptolomy swiftly began to become cold towards his once life’s love.

That was how Queen Mother had convinced her daughter to come participate here- warning her that Ptolomy was fickle and it would be wise to hedge their bets on both boats.

That was a point that Hellma only reluctantly chose to swallow- and that too only because it was her mother who said so. Deep inside, she still thought Ptolomy loved her like before and that he was still an all powerful king, and that Seelima was simply being too paranoid.

She even assumed the reason why her mother did not want her to say it in front of Alexander was not to scare him off.

But now, unable to defend herself in front of her mother’s taunt made the girl very bitter, and she began to fume, waiting to lash out.

":...."Alexander swiftly sensed this brewing tense atmosphere.

He was not privy to all the backroom talks but he could still pick up the gist from the context clue- to him it appeared as if Hellma was on the verge of her first ever ’teenage’ rebellion.

Alexander immediately decided to step in to stop this.

Swiftly lifting his hands up from the belly to the seething princess’s back, he began to rub it like consoling a child, before adding with a mischievous grin,

"Haha...do not worry, Your Highness, do not worry. With Lord Assazd dead, I am sure your ’husband’ will soon come back to you. As what happens before that... well it will all stay here, no one will ever know, hahaha! No one will ever know.’

Alexander’s consolation brought both relief and anger into Hellma, courtesy of the two parts. She was quite hopeful that Ptolomy’s new toy would disappear without her father but at the same time, the princess was stunned that Alexander was intent on continuing.

’Didn’t he say Ptolomy was returning? Then why is he still continuing?’

Hellma was about to glare this question to Alexander and rebuke him for being so shameless.

Unfortunately for her, the man got a bit ahead, and suddenly pulled herself closer with a huge grin, "Hmmm...now princess, all these talks have made me quite a bit thirsty! You would not mind if I had a drink from you to quench myself, would you?"

"..???..." Hellma at first did not quite get the meaning here.

She thought Alexander was only asking her permission to have some drinks from the table in front of him, but had jumbled up some of the words midway. Although even that did not quite make sense as Alexander was the one in charge here. Thus she simply looked down at the man with a slightly weird and confused look.

"Hahaha, of course, of course, my lord. Do you even need permission?" On the other hand, the Queen Mother of course understood the innuendo and instantly gave permission with a heavy chuckle, curving her lips in delight. She believed the more Alexander accepted the gift, the more he was likely to fulfill his promise.

Thus eagerly inviting Alexander to have a taste, she sharply turned to her daughter, flashing a biting gaze, "Hellma, raise your arms, now! And stand still until I say so!"

The princess instantly shivered at the order, not so much by its contents but more so at the tone. She knew whenever her mother talked like this, it meant she was deadly serious, and any disobedience her absolutely forbidden.

This had been taught to her since day one of childhood. Hence even though she was reluctant and even a bit ashamed, the young princess did not dare anger her mother for a second time.

Under Alexander’s watchful curious eyes, the young maiden slowly and dutifully raised her arms, a creeping blush floating onto her face as she, until it was fully vertical and her hands were locked oh so sensually behind her head.

Alexander was instantly stunned by the sight- because what he had expected was a pristine, blemishless armpit, just like the rest of her body.

Yet it turned out there was a patch of great red hair that nearly covered the whole patch like a forest, so dense that it nearly concealed everything that lay underneath.

The sight was both raw and unfiltered, and the man did not even think a young maiden like Hellma could have such dense hair.

But not only did the adult girl’s hair grow in all the right places, it did not appear to have been shaved for months. So when Alexander looked at the sight, he spotted a subtle glisten to the hairs, possibly from the sweat, and thought he could even smell the aromatic odor wafting out of it from there.

The sight made him wish to stick his nose in and get a sample... just for a moment, and a great naughty desire to pinch and pull on the hairs rose inside him... just to see how the cold princess’s face would react from this intimate stimulus.

’Ahhh, no, let’s leave it at that for now. They are not going anywhere." Ultimately however Alexander was able to prioritize his ’need’.

And given that those two swollen apples had been staring at him for so long, he decided it was long overdue for him to unwrap them for a taste.

The princess hence swiftly felt Alexander’s hand begin to expertly undo the knots behind her chest band, and by the time she realized what the man truly meant... the thin cloth was already lying on the floor discarded and forgotten.

Hellma did not even get the time to utter a moan of protest- the chest band was that easy to take off- intentionally designed like so.

Alexander stared at his revealed prize with a blazing gaze, as if trying to paint the sight into memories. Perfectly shaped, with a creamy, wheat complexion, the two bulging breasts created a fantastic arch on the chest, sticking out from it proudly with a turgid pink bud in the middle.

They were not as big as her mother’s, yet, but still tastefully sized.

Combine this with the bulging belly below, and Alexander’s hand naturally moved towards them within moments, grabbing the snowy peaks by the fistful and savoring the warm flesh filling his palms like soft marshmallows!

’God! They feel good to touch!’ Alexander licked his lips lustfully as he gave it a few good squeezes, his throat turning parched. He almost subconsciously craned his head forward and...

Princess Hellma’s nipples were on the smaller size, barely half the size of a penny, yet when Alexander sucked through them... his mouth became flooded with warm, sweet milk.