Chapter 759 Quivering
Amphorae's words were sharp and to the point. Not only did she managed to cherish the memory Michael left behind, she also expertly left leeway for Minister Brodaya to be punished. In this way, the Royal family wouldn't seem ungrateful for the sacrifices of one of their own, but could also hold someone accountable.
There were no lies in her words. As a father, Brodaya should have seen the struggle of his son. While their King should have as well, he had less of a burden to do so because his relationship was, obviously, shallower than a father to son one with Michael.
Minister Brodaya's anger twisted into sadness and despair. Maybe if Dyon had said these words, he wouldn't have taken them to heart and his anger would have just deepened. But, hearing it from the woman that his son loved shook him to the core.
"Former Minister Brodaya," Amphorae's words cut deep once again, immediately stripping him of his title, "You should know that the punishment Michael undertook was chosen by him and him alone.
"My husband would never tell you this. Nor did he tell me this. If it wasn't for the fact Michael told me himself, I would never have known.
"This King that you hate so much was prepared to forgive and forget. He had no intention of removing Michael from his personal guard, nor did he have any thoughts of handing out punishment. It was your son that insisted on banishment.
"Learn from him." Amphorae suddenly said. "Learn to take responsibility for your actions instead of blaming others. These were your mistakes. These were your flaws. You have no right to blame any one else.
"Not only will you be stripped of your title. The Brodaya family with be regulated to a sub family and its power and resources will be limited as such. No ministers will rise from your family for three generations. In addition, you will face forced seclusion for ten thousand years without light or food."
A cold air was sucked out of the room as Minister Brodaya sunk to the ground, completely defeated. He hadn't expected Amphorae's words to place such a dampening on his feelings before hitting him with such a massive shock.
Dyon eyes flashed with something imperceptible as he inwardly smirked.
"As for Michael Brodaya, we have yet to award him for his service.
"Firstly, his status as a banished member of the clan will be revoked. He will be buried along with his ancestors with the highest honors.
"Secondly, the Brodaya family will be promoted to a Major family due to his service. Even in the face of a clan who threw him away, he was willing to remain loyal. Such a man is admirable.
"Thirdly, the penalty of no ministers will be erased. A new minister of the Brodaya family will be chosen to replace you immediately.
"Fourthly, the Brodaya family will receive 10% more resources than a standard major family. All in reward of Michael.
"Take him away." Amphorae waved her hand. Her word was law. Before the guards even noticed, they had followed her words to the letter without even looking to Dyon for approval. When they realized this, a cold sweat spread as they glanced at their King, but all they found was a man smiling warmly.
The following few hours were spent learning all they could from the fake. In the end, Dyon didn't bother with his identity. It seemed he was just a branch member of the Moon clan who was particularly adept at spying due to the techniques he practiced.
Much later, Amphorae walked out of the throne room with Dyon by her side, never losing her queenly aura even as she lovingly clung to his arm.
Soon, they had made it back to the Imperial Harem, but it seemed much more quiet than usual. It was likely because the women were away doing the various tasks Dyon had asked of them. With Amphorae in the lead, they seemed to always have something to do.
By the time they got to Amphorae's cabin that was apparently fixed in the time they had been away, Amphorae was feeling more and more nervous.
Biting her lip, she suddenly paused, "You're not mad… Are you?"
Dyon stopped his steps as well, looking over at this otherworldly beauty with a puzzled expression. "Why would I be mad?"
"I .. I made decisions without asking you."
Dyon suddenly laughed, taking Amphorae's hand and leading her into the cozy cabin. "If you couldn't do at least that, how could I trust you with the clan? You handled the situation perfectly. In fact, you handled it much better than I could have."
Amphorae looked up at Dyon with her sparkling light blue eyes, but her emotions didn't seem settled.
"Are you feeling guilty that you wanted to accept Michael's offer?" Dyon asked knowingly. He could see the guilt in Amphorae's eyes, and it was an emotion he had become all too familiar with in the past two days.
Amphorae trembled at these words, no longer capable of holding Dyon's gaze. However, she suddenly froze when she felt her slim body fall into a warm torso.
"There's nothing you have to feel guilty about. Even if you left, I would never blame you. I've had such a perfect woman by my side all this time, and I've done nothing to earn you.
"I want to be not only the man you love, but also a man you don't have to be ashamed to love… A man you never feel guilty for loving… A man that never causes you pain…"
Dyon felt Amphorae's head move as she tilted it upward, breathing lightly as the knots in her heart fell away, shedding the scars and pumping with a renewed vigor.
Her soft pink lips lightly grazed Dyon's before their kiss deepened.
Amphorae pulled back, out of breath and blushing profusely. "Take me…" She said in a voice so soft that Dyon's heart fluttered.
Dyon carefully lay Amphorae's soft body on the carpet floor. His actions were slow and delicate, as though he was afraid that any rash movement would shatter the red headed beauty below him.
The somber lights and the flickering of the fire place and candles set the mood, even Amphorae couldn't find herself feeling embarrassed, it was as though this was the most right and perfect moment in the world.
Dyon's hands trailed up Amphorae's flawless thighs as they clung to his waist, gliding over the straps of her underwear all while sliding her dress up.
Amphorae's eyes never left Dyon's. Their soft blue light reflected a face he didn't recognize, but the one thing that remained the same were his eyes. The love they held, their sharp and Kingly nature, it was something that Dyon would never lose.
Even Amphorae seemed to notice this even as her perfect skin was exposed more and more with each passing moment. She didn't know when it happened, but she had long since stopped paying attention to what Dyon looked like, it was as though the King she used to know was being erased and replaced with a man she could love without regret.
The more she stared into Dyon's eyes, the ordinary appearance of the past King seemed to fade away, replaced by a young man so handsome that Amphorae's heart beat quickened.
Her hand inadvertently reached upward, gently cupping the side of Dyon's face.
What she saw was so unfamiliar to her, and yet so familiar at the same time. Was this the true visage of her King?... Her husband?... Her love?
Without having yet crossed the line with one another, Amphorae and Dyon's souls began to resonate, causing Dyon's former appearance in Amphorae's mind to shatter, replaced by a young man that she had never seen before, and yet had grown up with all her life.
Memories of their life together began to flood her memories as Dyon trailed gentle kisses down her neck, sliding his hand down her soft back and expertly unclipping her bra strap.
Two beautiful mounds of flesh seemed to fall from the heavens themselves, pressing against Dyon's bare chest. His lips found their way to hers, allowing her small tongue to intertwine with his own.
Amphorae's past seemed to burn away. Images of her childhood friend smile, of his jokes, of his presence… They were all replaced with Dyon.
In that instant, there were no longer any holes in Dyon's memories. Never again would he have to trigger a fragmented piece… A life that he had substituted into had somehow become his own.
Black, white and gold balls of light suddenly lit on Dyon's back.
Although Dyon could use all of the abilities of his real body in this trial world, it wasn't his true body that was here, as such, he could use his wings, but didn't have tattoos on his back. And yet, with his soul resonating with Amphorae more and more, and his wounds slowly healed, his overwhelming soul began to bear down on this world.
Searing pain overwhelmed Dyon's senses, but in the same instant, the delicate juices of Amphorae washed it all away.
Their kiss deepened as she clung to Dyon's neck, wrapping her hands around the back of neck and pressing their bodies closer.
The tattoos on Dyon's back grew more pronounced and complex. Their intricacies deepened, tearing through Dyon's skin without regard.
Amphorae's skin began to glow, a holy light radiating from her inadvertently. Her flaming red hair suddenly locked onto its faint golden hues, making them become more and more prominent.
Suddenly, blazing golden flames erupted from Dyon's neck, coursing through Amphorae's delicate body gently, as though they had already lost all of their edge.
Her heartbeat quickened. Dyon's every touch suddenly felt as though it was hot as coals, and yet so comfortable and alluring at the same time. His hands trailed her thighs and torso, lightly playing with her perfect pink nipples.
Amphorae suddenly felt a hard mass in between her legs when she inadvertently thrust her hips forward. The spike of pleasure was enough to drive her insane, causing her first soft moan to escape her lips.
Dyon's hands ripped Amphorae's panties away, revealing a scene that quickened his breath. His eyes reddened. He was nearly unable to control himself as he watched Amphorae grind into him. Everything from the fragrant smell of her juices, to the way the slight parting of her delicate lips felt on him, to the deep want and impatience in her eyes, was too much for any man to handle.
Dyon ripped off his own pants, kneeling over Amphorae with heavy breath, trying to steady the beating of his heart.
The feelings were so overwhelming that Dyon couldn't sense the changes in his body.
Dyon's soul continued to mend at a ridiculous pace, his tattoos began to etch themselves at a level that surpassed even his true body, and even more damning, he didn't even notice himself losing sight of the fact this was a trial.
Instead, he ignored it all, sliding himself between Amphorae's gently parting lips as he kissed her deeply. Amphorae's hips grinded against his own, beginning for him to stop teasing her entrance and enter. Even for her, this young man before her who seemingly came from another world was the only man remaining in her heart.
So, when she felt Dyon finally slowly glide into her, piercing her completely as her legs quivered, she didn't feel an ounce of regret.