Tonight, we huddle in the cold stone of this throne room, the last of our line. My mother's hands tremble, not from age, but from the iron will she's using to hold us all together. Beth stands guard, her armor a fortress for us, though I feel the heat of her gaze on my back more than the chill of the hall. Luna clings to my side, her small frame shaking. And Diana... she prays, her soft curves a stark contrast to the hard edges of our fate. I feel the conqueror's eyes on me, weighing me, measuring the breadth of my tits and the depth of my submission. They say a queen's duty is to her people. My people are ash. My duty now is to the warm, wet place between my legs that will decide if my family lives or dies. Let him come. I will spread my thighs and offer my cunt as a bridge over this ruin, if it means they might walk across to safety.