The Silver-Skeleton Wasteland has changed hands, the last thing the Insect Emperor wants to see. Choosing a mate for a political marriage has become a headache. Which insect will go and endure the new lord's torment?
A suitable insect soon appeared. The insect cub he'd forgotten about was helping to ease his burden, too.
Soliel never imagined that the male insect's arrival was not forced by circumstances, but entirely willing.
On the surface, Belias appears to be a weak, useless male insect. In truth, he has already built his own business empire and is more than capable of supporting his female partner as she overthrows the Insect Emperor's corrupt rule.
"Belias, are you really willing to hand the throne of the Insect Emperor over to me?" Soliel's mismatched eyes glinted with an alluring, criminal light.
"Of course, my lord. You are all I want." Belias knelt on the ground, gazing reverently at the female insect he loved.
