The Conquerors Path

Chapter 882: Chapter 880-The Queen's Dilemma.



The queen's mother Lyssandra sat in her bed chamber, her face flushed, her emotions so chaotic that even she couldn't place a full handle on everything that was going on. Even with the problems she had faced all throughout her life, she had never faced a situation as such- the overwhelming emotions bubbling in her being too much.

Lyssandra knew things would get chaotic the moment she found out the young man... no... her treasure could heal her from the curse she had lived all throughout her life, but she never expected things to get twisted up so fast. Her heart burned with immense anger and extreme jealousy as the scenes of what Austin and Valdris did flashed in her mind.

Lyssandra's body felt tingly all over as those scenes flashed in her mind, her aged body that hadn't touched pleasure in a long time heating up. The nipples she rubbed and played around with roughly mere hours ago still begged for attention, to be pulled and played around with. The lower part of her body started to get warm; Lyssandra could feel the heat between her legs getting hotter, her lower regions begging for some attention, to be given the pleasure of a woman she denied, to be given the true pleasure of a woman. For a moment, her daughter's face flashed in the mind of Lyssandra.

That face filled with pure pleasure, one lost in the pleasure given to her, one seemingly free of all responsibilities and living the life as a true woman. The scenes of that face kept bumping against Lyssandra's mind, and along with it came the shame of what she had done. No other situation has brought such shame to the mind of this great queen who once ruled.

Lyssandra has been through the toughest of situations, but none made her break and whirl like this. She felt such humiliation and disgust that Lyssandra wanted to bury herself in the ground. The things she did, the ways she got lost, were too much for her, and the worst was the pleasure that Lyssandra derived from it.

'I have never felt pleasure like that before.'

Never has Lyssandra gone through something like this-that overwhelming pleasure as, for a moment, her inner demon came out. She had seemingly lost all sense of self. It might perhaps the overwhelming love in her at that moment; it might be the situation itself. Whatever it was, Lyssandra had let go for a moment, and she felt pleasure like never before from it.

"This is wrong...'

Lyssandra bit her lips deeply as her mind moved through the emotions she had felt at that moment-the great anger and jealousy-and the pleasure from the pain of seeing it happen in front of her. The taboo of it all mixed deeply into the blood of Lyssandra, twisting her in ways she never thought she would have been twisted.

The pleasure and pain had come over the mind of Lyssandra, taking over what she knows as right and wrong, and the deep, dark desires she had held in her heart-the pleasure she had rejected, and the freedom she gave away-all from her responsibilities, broke down at that moment. In that single instance of time, she was just a normal woman letting loose her desires.

'And that was wrong..."

Lyssandra tried to tell herself. Within moments, she took deep breaths, her mind seemingly calming down. Yet even as she did so, a small thread of red light, unseen by even her, attached to her, shifting and shuffling around her, making small changes that she couldn't even come to detect.

Lyssandra got a hold of herself, closing her eyes for a moment, and taking deep breaths to control herself. Her mind calmed down as the queen she was, but her desire didn't calm down at all. Her body was begging, and Lyssandra's body was crying for her treasure to take her, to take her just like how her daughter was taken.

'No... I can't let this control me. I need a plan, a way this can all happen.'

The mind of a queen tried to take over. Lyssandra knew how messed up all this was. While her love for her husband or any positive emotion had indeed died long ago due to all the stress and pain she went through, it still doesn't change her situation. She is still married, which means she can't jump into all these new emotions that she is going through at that moment. Then there is her daughter. Thinking of Valdris, Lyssandra bit her lips, tightening her teeth, but she held herself back for a moment, knowing that this was what was needed. The real and original Lyssandra would have never thought of sharing. Instead, she would have lived in pain or broken down Austin into a toy she can use to get the damn curse off her.

But unknown to Lyssandra, the other side of the woman from the past has already fused itself into her, which has changed her without her knowing. The true Lyssandra was a queen-regal, powerful, unbending, arrogant, and extremely possessive of what she deems to be hers. She is a queen-what is there that she can't have?

And now that has all been changed. The woman in question who has been combined has already, in a sense, shared her daughter together with the 'true' man. Thus, her settled emotions that didn't mind the share fixed themselves into the body of Lyssandra, her emotions now being focused on how the 'sharing' will happen.

Otherwise, Lyssandra would have never even thought of sharing the same man with her own daughter. Yet she was already madly in love, her possessiveness being broken down, yet the true ruler still stayed-one that knew things had to be taken in the correct order of steps, or else this life built would collapse on itself like a deck of cards.

Lyssandra's mind knew it was a given that she would fall into that relationship. Heck, her mind was already bubbling with those thoughts, and she also understood the fact that her treasure felt the same way for her. She is sure that once they meet face to face, the heat between them will be electric, and perhaps she might give herself away, just like her daughter had done-which cannot fully happen.@@novelbin@@

'If anything were to happen, it should happen with me in control."

Lyssandra thought with narrowed eyes, her body still in heat, yet she tried to calm her mind as she tried to play through how this whole damn scenario can work. She was already madly in love with her treasure, which meant that she should indeed find a way to keep him with her at all times. Such a precious treasure of hers should be cared for, looked after, and given the best of the best in the world.

'But he is a young man that cannot be easily tamed.'

Lyssandra knew just how great, powerful, and filled with potential her treasure was. Just that scene where he stood up against her son was making her inner core quake in desire. Lyssandra always liked strong men-ones that don't bend to the world and challenge it head-on, a small preference from her younger days dreaming of freedom in life.

And the scenes that Austin had shown matched all her inner desires that she kept hidden. She found him to be the most beautiful thing to look at in the world-his talent, his will, and then his body. Just thinking of that well-defined body only made that heat even grow higher, especially that large weapon between his legs that would definitely destroy her when the

chance came.

'Gulp...'

Shaking off those thoughts for a moment, Lyssandra tried to focus. She doesn't want to break her treasure. She wants him with her at all times. While Lyssandra knew of some of the intentions of the war council thanks to her daughter, she has no plans of making them come to fruition. She can't have her treasure hurt at all.

'He always needs to be cared for and protected, kept close to me, with both of us heating each other's bodies.'

As the old woman who lived some long time wiped off the saliva from her mouth, she focused on the issue at hand. She wanted that treasure as hers, and she wanted him close to her. Her mind chilled and danced around on how that could happen until the idea finally landed on why

Austin was called to the palace itself.

'Nathalia...'

The image of her granddaughter passed through the mind of Lyssandra, the one girl who was born and changed the world. A girl seemingly born from the true love of her husband, a girl that had thrown the entire dwarven society into chaos-the most loved of this whole city and the most pampered girl of the royal family.

She is the greatest jewel that has graced the royal family in generations-a talent so unseen that it doesn't even give you the chance to feel...