Elena lay on the bed, her huge dark tits exposed to the air. Her arms pressed them together from both sides, forcing them into full, obscene mounds that swelled upward.
Life has been... good, lately.
She's been working hard, studying Goldenveil daily, planning new neighborhoods, and, with Ethan's help, guiding the city's now ten master builders, who simply wouldn't stop erecting new houses.
She's been sleeping little, but honestly, things were getting better and better.
She already had servants to handle the tedious chores. A plumbing system to provide water whenever she wanted a nice bath. A heating system for the winter.
She closed her eyes, remembering her past life.
At twelve, she lived as a street girl, stealing to survive with nothing but a knife she used to protect herself.
At thirteen, a group of powerful men captured her, claiming she was the true and only living heir of a dying count.
