NARRATOR

The priest in charge looked at the annoying woman who wouldn’t stop yelling and trying to get His Majesty’s attention.

"Why would I be wrong?" he turned to face her with defiance.

"If the King himself sent the gift for Miss Rosemarie, why should I give it to you?"

Vera clenched her teeth at the priest’s challenge.

She wasn’t that afraid of the old man anymore—he clearly hated her. She knew the King wanted her.

Apparently, the priest had some kind of thing for Rosemarie... maybe he was even the one sleeping with that slippery bitch.

She was sure of it—she already knew the royal scent of His Majesty, and that skank had the exact same smell on her since day one.

Obviously, she’d never been with the King.

"I’ll show you why you should give it to me."

With the confidence of someone who had made the monarch cum multiple times inside her pussy, she walked with her head held high to the foot of the platform.

"Your beautiful Majesty, I demand justice for your loyal servant, who’s bein