Morning came far too soon for Janessa’s liking. It seemed that she had hardly rolled over and fallen into a deep, intense slumber when the guards were rousing her to get dressed and head for the council chamber. She slipped on the skirt and sheer golden crop-top that composed her “uniform”, making herself “presentable” for the council’s liking. She wasn’t quite sure why Antyny was bothering—after all, they’d all seen her get fucked during the initial days after the rebels had seized control of the city. Not that she was complaining, though—any degree of modesty she could be provided was better than none.
She headed for the chamber, a decidedly feminine sway to her step that drew the admiring gazes of the various sentries stationed along the passageways of the castle. Despite their apparently victories, the rebels seemed to be taking no chances. She entered the council room and looked about, blinking. The banners of her family had been pulled down, and in their place unfamiliar new standards lined the falls. The emblems of the most prominent families who’d supported the rising, she figured. She was dismayed to recognize some from the countries’ south, others from the coastal reaches. It seemed that the rebels had support from across much of the country. How could things have gone so wrong so fast? This must have been a conspiracy years in the making.
Antyny, deep in discussion with his advisors, looked up and smiled when he saw her. “Janessa.” He purred. “Come, join me.” He patted his lap, and Janessa realized he must mean for her to sit there instead of at a separate seat at the table. She slowly made her way across the room and sat down, wiggling and fidgeting to get comfortable. She felt Antyny’s manhood stir underneath her as she finally got settled.
Glancing around the room, Janessa watched the advisors staring at her. Some with ill concealed lust, envious of Antyny for having such a beautiful woman. Others looked dubious, wondering why such a woman was at their meeting. The one woman in the room, a lady in her early sixty with grayish hair, let a look of outright scorn slip across her face for a split second before it vanished behind a mask of iron composure.
“So, General Vitanen. Please go on with your report of the ongoing fighting in the East.” Antyny said smoothly, placing one hand on Janessa’s waist as he turned his attention to the large map laid out on the table in the center of the room. Janessa watched as one of the advisors, a burly, bearded man, pushed around wooden figures representing groups of soldiers moving around the country. “We have control of roughly three quarters of the realm, my lord, but the East still holds out. The terrain there is not well suited for cavalry, and as you well know the dense forests and hills are well suited for bandits and holdouts.
Janessa couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through her at the confirmation that loyalists were still holding out. Unfortunately, that region of the country was remote and far from the capitol; the odds of making an escape and traveling that far on her own remained as slim as she had feared. She would have to rely on help from loyalists if she was to ever slip away, but who could she trust? One slip up could prove disastrous.
The war council went on, and Janessa soaked up every bit of information she could about the rebels’ strategies and plans. About midway through, however, that became easier said than done: Antyny had begun playing with her breasts, and Janessa’s eyes had slid shut, letting out the occasional moan in pleasure. Some spy, she thought to herself in embarrassment. At least she now knew more about what the rebels intended.
The meeting drew to a close, and to Janessa’s disappointment, Antyny slid her off his lap. “I will meet you later, beautiful” he promised. “Now, go back to your quarters and wait for me there.”