A subtle yet insistent tugging at the edges of his consciousness gradually pulled Felix from sleep, coaxing him toward consciousness. As his eyes fluttered open, the soft, melodic whispers returned, filling his mind with a warm glow. "Felix... come to me..." The voice crooned, stirring deep yearnings in his chest. His heart pounded as he realized it was his time spent with his Goddess.

Though her gaze was often filled with hate and she repeatedly begged for release, he knew the truth—these were the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices spoke to him. In these stolen glimpses, he saw the love she held for him, not for his brother or the other Czars. He rose slowly from his opulent bed, dressed in fine leather pants and a flowing, open shirt, and made his way to the sanctuary where she was kept.

At the bottom of the staircase, Felix paused, letting the whispers of her voice wash over him. The need to see her grew stronger. "Felix, I'm waiting..." The command played like music in his ears, urging him to hasten.

He strode with newfound purpose to her chamber, the grand doors swinging open to reveal the luxurious room. There she lay, sleeping peacefully, her divine power chained away. Felix approached her, speaking reverently, "My Goddess, my one and only love, I am here as you commanded. Let me bask in your presence today."

He knelt at her bedside and prayed, his hands folded. When she finally awoke, he would be ready, eager to share in her divine essence. For now, he watched her, brushing a strand of her luscious hair from her face, the sight of her beauty sparking anticipation within him.