"Very well." Tyamet reluctantly agreed. She followed the Queen through the doors.

"I am quite thankful you agreed to come in here, Tyamet." The Queen said.

"Why is that?" Tyamet questioned.

She stopped. She looked at her Queen. She was… beautiful. She bowed before her. "I am sorry, my Queen. What may I do to serve you?" Tyamet asked.

"Do as I say, and you will be rewarded." The Queen ordered. Tyamet had just fallen under a slave spell, afflicted upon her when she entered the chambers.

"Yes, my Queen." Tyamet droned.