Two days later, Melisa stood in the grand reception hall of the royal palace, wearing a dark blue dress that Javir had insisted was "appropriate for a royal function."
The bodice was uncomfortably tight across her chest, but she had to admit the effect was impressive—her tits practically demanded attention, drawing eyes away from her horns and tail.
Perfect for what she needed to accomplish tonight.
The hall buzzed with activity as courtiers, nobles, and palace staff mingled, all eager to see the queen's miraculous recovery. Aria sat on a modest throne at the far end, looking remarkably well for someone who'd been stabbed less than three days ago. Royal healers and magic could work wonders, apparently.
"Ready?" Aria asked quietly as Melisa approached for their pre-arranged greeting.
"As I'll ever be," Melisa replied.
Aria extended her hand, speaking loudly enough for nearby courtiers to hear.
