Chapter 476: Punish And Motivate Him?
Chapter 476 Punish And Motivate Him?
The grand hall of the Dreadthorne castle, with its towering pillars and the flickering light of torches, served as a symbol of the power and legacy of its inhabitants. It was here that Esther, cloaked in the authority and grace befitting her station, made her silent procession back to the heart of her domain. As she approached, Thorin, surrounded by his vassals, stood stoically, engaged in discussion, but suddenly stopped as she got close enough.
His voice, aloof yet laden with unspoken urgency, cut through the murmurs of his council, "Is it done?" he inquired, his gaze briefly intersecting Esther’s path.
The vassals, sensing the gravity of the moment, bowed their heads in deference, their whispers fading into silence. Esther, without breaking her stride or meeting his gaze, responded succinctly, "It will be soon." Her voice was devoid of emotion yet carried undeniable confidence.
Thorin hummed, an acknowledgment steeped in satisfaction, before turning back to his council, his demeanor unchanging as he resumed the discussion.
Esther continued on, her steps echoing softly in the vastness of the hall, ascending the stairs before walking into one of the corridors.
It was there, amidst the shadows and light, that a voice called out, "Mother."
Esther halted, the air around her stilling as she turned to face the source of the inquiry. Sabina, her daughter, approached with a curious look.
"Mother, how did it go? Did you get it? My poor brother has been suffering a lot," she asked with her hand on her chest, her concern for Edmund palpable in her voice.
Esther, her expression cool and measured, replied, "I will. It is only a matter of days or maybe less."
Sabina’s eyebrows arched, inwardly feeling dismayed by such a confident response from her mother, "So he...really doesn’t stand a chance, and we will get what we want?" she pressed, seeking confirmation.
With a silent nod, Esther affirmed their path, her voice steady as she outlined the future, "Once Edmund receives it back, we will prepare for your marriage with him. We have delayed it too long, and you are not getting any younger. Edmund isn’t strong enough, but your offspring will be better. This House needs a powerful leader after my and your father’s time."
Behind her back, Sabina’s fist clenched as she gave a cool smile, "Of course, mother. I will make sure you will get the most powerful grandson ever," she promised, masking the turmoil within.
Esther offered a nod, her expression impassive. Without another word, she turned, her steps carrying her away from Sabina.
The moment Esther left, Sabina rushed to her favorite room where a couple of naked slaves were hanging from the ceiling, their bodies riddled with blood and scars.
She took out a barbed whip in one hand as a sinister smirk formed on her lips. Seeing her figure, the slaves who were barely conscious had their eyes shiver, and the air thickened with the copper tang of fear and the musky scent of sweat. She slowly walked and stopped before a burly man and, without warning, used her whip to lash at his shriveled cock, "Is he messing around, or did I overestimate him?" Sabina mumbled as she kept lashing the broken man while contemplating her future.
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