Elara could not feel emotion; that was an absolute, clinical truth. In her first life as a CEO and now as a princess, her heart remained a silent machine, untouched by the "troublesome" feelings of love, empathy, or fear. But even for her, there was a glitch in the system. At certain moments, she felt a strange, intoxicating rush inside her—a feeling so sharp and clear that she wished to experience it again and again.
It only happened when she was in a state of utter dominance. When she was the one on top, when she was the one ruling, and when the person beneath her had completely surrendered their will to her—that was when the pleasure hit. It was the only thing that filled the heavy emptiness of being alexithymic. Without work or a goal to chase, sitting and staring out a window became a burden. Being empty was heavy. But this? This made the silence in her head vanish.
