The next morning the guards didn't come for cleaning duty. No bucket. No rags. Just silence until midday. Then the heavy door at the end of the block opened. Footsteps. One set. Confident. No clank of armor.
Queen Andria appeared at the bars of my cell. Alone. No guards. She wore a dark cloak over simple leather armor. Hood down. Hair loose. Face tired but sharp. Eyes locked on me.
Kael and Lira both sat up straight. Kael's hand twitched toward her hidden spoon. Lira just watched. Quiet.
Andria spoke first. Voice low.
"Leave us."
She didn't look at them. They didn't argue. Both moved to the far corners of their cells. Turned their backs. Gave us space.
She stepped closer to my bars.
"Hunter."
I stood up. Heart thumping.
"Your Majesty."
"Sit."
I sat on the cot. She stayed standing. Hands behind her back.
"You asked about the First Pioneer. You asked about Kael. Now you will hear about me. No more whispers. No more rumors. You deserve the truth if you are to stay alive here."
I nodded. Kept quiet.
She took a slow breath.
"I was not born to the throne. My mother was queen during the worst of the rifts. Monsters poured out every season. Villages gone in days. Armies broken. She summoned Mara – the woman from Earth. Mara saved us. But she was old even then. Weak body. Strong mind. My mother listened. I listened. I was fifteen. Training with the scouts. Watching my friends die."
She paused. Eyes distant.
"When my mother fell – poisoned by a rift beast – I was nineteen. No siblings. No choice. I took the crown. The court wanted to kill me. Said I was too young. Too soft. I proved them wrong."
She looked at me direct.
"First year: I led the counter-raid on the Black Rift. Took three legions. Lost half. But we sealed it. First rift closed in a century. I killed the rift lord myself. Sword through its heart. Blood on my face. The army cheered. They stopped calling me soft."
She continued.
"Second year: I rebuilt the walls. Used Mara's designs. Stone. Moats. Towers with ballistae. Third year: I negotiated with the elves. Gave them land for alliance. They sent shape-shifters to every border village. Birth rates rose. Morale rose. Fourth year: I created the Rift Watch – scouts like Kael. Trained to spot openings before they widened. Saved countless lives."
Her voice hardened.
"I executed traitors. Spies. Corrupted officers. No mercy. I slept three hours a night. Ate cold rations. Fought on the front lines when needed. I have scars you haven't seen yet. I have nightmares of faces I couldn't save."
She stepped even closer to the bars.
"I am thirty-six now. Unmarried. No children. No lovers since Kael. I rule alone. I fight alone. I carry the weight alone. Because if I fall, Femland falls."
She looked at my crotch. Then back to my eyes.
"You arrived with no power. No skill. Just a cock that makes women whisper. I summoned a hero. I got you. Weak. Hairy. Shy. But alive. And the system in your head… it promises strength through you. Through sex. Through seed."
She leaned in.
"I do not trust easily. I do not fuck easily. But I am tired of losing. Tired of watching my people die. If your cock can make my warriors stronger – make Sera stronger, make the army stronger – then I will consider it. But not yet."
She straightened.
"Prove you are not a liability. Prove you can control yourself. Prove you won't breed chaos before you breed power."
She turned to leave.
One last look over her shoulder.
"And Hunter?"
"Yeah?"
"When the time comes… I will not beg. I will command."
She walked out. Door shut behind her. Locked.
Kael turned around first.
"She doesn't talk like that to anyone."
Lira smiled slow.
"She talked to you."
I sat there. Cock hard again. Mind racing.
Queen Andria. Nineteen when she took the throne. Sealed rifts. Built armies. Killed lords. Executed traitors. No lovers. No kids. Alone.
And now she was looking at me. Not as a joke. As a tool. As a weapon. As a risk.
I lay back. Stared at the ceiling.
The system stayed quiet.
No ping.
No quest.
Just pressure.
Slow. Heavy.
One day at a time.