Chapter 388: No One Is Talking About the Fleshy Chair?
In a vast, airy chamber nestled high within one of Verdant Spire’s most honored tree complexes, soft morning sunlight filtered through layers of carefully woven vine curtains, casting gentle, dappled patterns across the polished wooden floor.
The space felt alive with Amazon culture and history.
Intricate designs hung from the curved walls, depicting legendary hunts, ancient pacts with forest spirits, and fierce battles won through unity and strength.
Hand-carved wooden totems stood sentinel in the corners, their surfaces smoothed by generations of reverent touch.
Delicate clay vessels and woven baskets filled with fragrant dried herbs and colorful feathers added warmth and texture to every surface.
At the heart of this peaceful setting, Elara sat comfortably on a soft, living seat.
Violette had been gently compelled into service, her body becoming a plush, perfectly molded throne that cradled Elara’s smaller frame with devoted care.
And every subtle shift of the young queen’s weight drew a fresh wave of melting delight across Violette’s face.
Violette’s cheeks stayed flushed a deep, constant pink, eyes half-lidded in quiet bliss as she fought to keep her breathing steady and her posture dignified.
Elara wore a simple yet striking Amazon outfit perfectly suited to the warm jungle climate.
A wide band of soft, resilient cloth wrapped snugly around her chest, supporting her while leaving the smooth, bronze skin of her shoulders, arms, and midriff bare to the gentle breeze that slipped through the vines.
Below, another expertly arranged piece of fabric served as both undergarment and flowing skirt, revealing the full, powerful length of her bare legs whenever she lifted or crossed them, yet falling modestly into place the moment she stood still.
Right now, with one leg casually draped over the other, the outfit highlighted her natural grace, strength, and unselfconscious confidence.
"Hm?" Elara lifted her head from the stack of documents spread across the wooden table, dark strands of hair being hit by the light as she glanced around the sun-dappled room.
Her brow furrowed with mild confusion. "Where is Titania? I thought she would be here by now."
An attendant standing respectfully a few paces away, dressed in practical Amazon leathers with a spear resting easily at her side, offered a small bow.
"Queen Titania is currently playing around with the rest of the children outside in the training clearing, Your Majesty. She seem to be having quite the energetic and joyful time together this morning."
Elara let out a soft, embarrassed little smile, then she shook her head lightly, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips.
"She is not a child, though," she murmured almost to herself, the words warm with affection, before turning her attention back to the documents with renewed focus.
The parchments—thick, slightly rough medieval sheets—were covered in neat, flowing script and occasional detailed diagrams that required careful study.
Sakura sat gracefully to one side of the wide table, her posture relaxed yet regal as she folded her legs beneath the wood.
She wore a beautiful brown tribal gown that hugged her form elegantly.
Flowing vine designs seemed to climb across the fabric as if alive, and high slits along the sides offered teasing glimpses of her thighs with every small movement.
The sleeveless design left her elegant arms and shoulders completely exposed, the pale tones complementing her features and giving her an aura of both wild beauty and authority.
She lifted an intricate ceramic cup to her lips, inhaling the fragrant steam of morning tea before taking slow, appreciative sips that seemed to bring her visible contentment.
"Are those not from Gihon?" Sakura asked curiously, tilting her head as her sharp eyes scanned the papers with interest. "I believe they are the most advanced in using those types of parchment for recording important information. Their scribes have developed quite refined techniques over the centuries."
Elara nodded absently, still deeply engrossed in reading and analyzing the tall towers of documents.
Her fingers traced lines of text with careful precision, occasionally pausing to compare one sheet against another.
She replied; "Yes. Renard did have a few god-touched friends in the far past. They introduced him to several futuristic concepts which he has grown quite fond of implementing in his kingdom. Somewhat similar to how your nation has advanced so remarkably due to otherworlders’ intervention over history."
"Ehhh? Those contributions are only about twenty percent, I’ll have you know," Sakura whined playfully, setting her teacup down with a soft clink against the wooden table.
She puffed her cheeks out in playful indignation for a moment before breaking into a small, proud smile that lit up her face. "We truly are just naturally ahead of most other kingdoms because we are simply that smart and resourceful on our own."
Elara finally looked up fully, meeting Sakura’s gaze across the table with warm amusement dancing in her eyes.
"I see. I would truly like for some of my daughters of the Spire to travel to your nation and learn a few things there..." She paused thoughtfully, choosing her next words with deliberate care. "I am not insisting, of course. Mot only as a leader, but as a friend... I would—"
"Goodness gracious, what are you doing?" Sakura interrupted with an exaggerated pout, her brows drawing together in a light frown.
She reached across the table and gently tapped Elara’s hand with her clawed fingers. "I told you already, didn’t I? I love you, and you are my sister now. So please stop making everything sound so stiff and official when we are together like this, okay? It makes me feel distant."
Elara giggled softly, the sound light and melodic as it filled the peaceful chamber.
She leaned back slightly against Violette, who let out a tiny, contented sigh at the additional contact.
Elara answered: "Hehe. You say that, but we still have to observe some formalities, no? Old habits die hard."
"At least when we are being private like this, don’t make it awkward by dragging in stiff politics," Sakura replied, tracing the intricate vine patterns on her gown absently with one clawed finger while taking another slow, savoring sip of tea.
Steam curled lazily upward from the cup, carrying the scent of rare jungle herbs. "When I’m being political, I can be quite mean and immoral, you know... Best to keep those sides separate when we’re simply enjoying each other’s company."
Elara smiled warmly without looking up from her papers this time, her expression soft and genuine.
"Mhm. I love you too, Sakura. I pray we continue to be good... sisters," she said quietly, the words carrying deep sincerity that lingered in the sunlit air between them.
The tender moment stretched comfortably, wrapped in the quiet comfort of their growing bond.
Just then, the soft padding of bare feet approached from the entrance.
Several Amazon women entered the chamber carrying a beautifully crafted wooden tray laden with a single bowl of food that filled the room with an inviting aroma of roasted nuts and sweet berries.
Elara turned toward them with a puzzled expression, tilting her head slightly as she regarded the unexpected offering. "I... did not ask for breakfast. What is this?"
