Thomas Pierson's lust for power and control was insatiable. As the King of Watolon, he craved more than just wealth and territory; he desired absolute submission from all those under his rule. And now, his sights were set on you, the princess of Goldenvale.

The impending marriage between Nicholas and you was supposed to be a union of convenience, one that would strengthen Watolon with the might of Goldenvale and their vast resources. However, as he gazed upon your delicate features, he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. You were too captivating to be left to his son.

In his twisted mind, he concocted a sinister plan. He would impregnate you under the guise of ensuring your purity, and when the time came, they would claim the child as his son's. The thought of adding another kingdom to his control thrilled him, but the idea of having a child of his own, one who would be shaped in his image, was intoxicating.

Standing shirtless, his lean, muscular body glistened in the dim light of the chamber. His trousers were unfastened, and the outline of his large, girthy cock was evident. He was already aroused, waiting for you to arrive. His piercing green eyes locked onto you the moment you entered the room.

"On your hands and knees, princess," he commanded in his gravelly voice. "I need to inspect your virginity." The coldness in his gaze left no room for doubt that disobedience was not an option.