“Is he alright? She would get to be the figurehead, yet Derrick would be telling her what to do and say. XXX “His death makes you the logical heir to the throne.” Yes, she definitely caught a glimmer of something in his eyes. Penelope stopped talking mid-sentence, and the knight was looking at her in confusion. She slowly began to move her arms and feet as hot tears ran down her face. It was the second week since Derrick had enslaved her to his will. As she pushed herself upward, Derrick climbed behind her and shoved his dick into her pussy. She collapsed, crying, onto the table. Although she now wore the crown as queen, she felt like it was a meaningless title.
