Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Upon waking the king was greeted by the message left by Raven right above his wife's ass–something that he simply couldn't let slide. He tried to question the queen herself, about the mark, the piercing connected with chains, and the hint of another man all over her body, but like always, the queen hushed him with a glance sharp enough to tear through his shriveling old skin.

'Keep your mouth shut, you dog!' She told him, and the king, though enraged, was forced to adhere to her command. Not through will, but because she quite literally had him through the balls.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Now, seated at his throne with his attended all watching, the king had summoned Raven out of his room to question him about the incident.

The attendants had no clue about what was being discussed and neither did Raven's companions–two of which were struggling with some other problem entirely. Locked in chastity the both of them were frustrated and angry at the only person who could've done it to them. But since they haven't had the time to meet up with the princess, neither of them could do anything about it just yet.

"About what?" Finally responding to the king with the cheekiest of smiles, the dark mage tortured the old man further. Raven knew that the king couldn't speak out what he had seen, after all, what would his attendants think if the news of him banging the king's wife got out of their bedroom?

Curling his fingers into a fist, the old king slammed it onto his armrest. Glaring Raven down with his teeth grinding in full view, the king's anger knew no bounds. Noticing his rage, the dark-armored general stepped forward, worried about the king's mental health.

'Has he gone mad?' He wondered, bowing to the king before attempting to address him.

However, before he could speak a word, the sound of the hall gates opening marked the arrival of the queen. Rising back to his feet, the general glanced back before slowly making his way back into the dark corner he camouflaged in with his armor.

"Husband…" With a smirk riding on her lips, the queen dragged along her long gown as she walked down the red carpet. "What's wrong? I thought you were supposed to help them figure things out about the murder, not waste their time with dramatics, no?"

Glancing sideways at Raven, she raised her hand to the side and waved her fingers at him. The sight confused everyone present, however to the king it only served to fuel his anger. He knew something had happened between the two while he slept, and though he wasn't awake at the time, the queen had for some reason submitted to Raven even though she never did for him.

"Pardon my husband, why don't you bring your friends with you and maybe I can tell you all about the murders?" The queen said while looking at Raven and his group.

"What?!" The king finally exclaimed, baffled by the queen's inclination to let the truth about the slaughter out of the bag. "What the hell are you doing Maria?!"

Leaning out of his throne with a jerking motion, he almost fell down the throne step but was caught by the guard standing beside him. In his anger, however, the moment he regained composure he slapped away the guard's hand and glared down at his wife with rage.

"Maria, I've tolerated your insolence long enough, don–"

"Markus!" Cutting off the king, Maria called on the dark general.

Emerging from the shadows, he knelt to her command and asked.

"Yes, my queen?" His head hung low, the general was well aware of the kind of order he was about to be given.

Shifting her gaze at the dark knight, Maria replied with a devilish smile.

"Please take my husband back to his room, I suspect that his age is finally affecting his wit–we must do everything in our power to preserve him until the prince is competent enough to take over," her words pierced through the heart of all, even the knight who half-expected such a seize knew that she'd gone too far.

"MARIA!" Jumping out of his throne, the king was fuming with rage. "HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT ME?!"

Blinded by his rage, he kept glaring at his wife while trying to get down from the throne steps. Alas, that was his doom, as not looking where to step, his legs slipped off the very first step and he came crashing down the stairs.

The duke, the duchess, and every guard watched in horror as the king crashed against the ground. Gasps and whispers of concern took over the hall. The guards rushed the king to make sure he was still alive. And though he was, it was hard to tell if he would wake up anytime soon or wake up at all.

"MARKUS!" Stomping her heels, the queen feigned a look of dire concern. "Take him to his room and get a healer!"

"Y-yes, my queen!" Nodding his head a few times, the dark general prepared for the king to be taken back into his room.

As it all happened, the entire room was flooded with worry. The duke and duchess feared not for the king's life but the influence they would lose if the sound-of-mind prince took over.

The same went for every other attendant, for they knew the king was old and easy to manipulate because of his anger and schemes, however, with the queen pushing him out–that reign they had over the kingdom's politics was soon to be over.

"We should leave," still faking worry once the king was taken away, the queen turned to Raven and party and gestured to them to follow her around.

"What the goddess's name is happening?" Through gritted teeth, Aria whispered into Raven's ears, her words laced with anxiety.

"Would you rather him keep treating us like trash?" Shooting back with that response, Raven stumped her long enough until they were following the queen to the royal garden downstairs.

Lacking essential information about what happened between Raven and the queen last night, the entire Hero's party was stumped about what exactly was happening. But even so, having learned to trust the mage's judgment as a leader, they follow him without any questions.

'Somehow, he just finds an answer…' Was the stream of thoughts running in all their heads, some liked that fact while others like Amedith and Mel hated it.

Either way, none of them had any doubt that from this point forward, Raven was the one who could lead their group the best. And that assessment was only further affirmed as they watched him spank the queen's ass yet she only looked at him and smiled.

'What the–' Needless to say, they were all both blushing and stunned.