Chaos in Vladislav's camp

Ferelden agents assassinate Vladislav and his chieftains in the dead of night, slitting throats and poisoning them with fast-acting lethal poisons. They slink through the camps like ghosts, making nary a sound and evading everyone's line of sight, and after killing their targets, plant evidence in the hands of other influential persons before making their escape.

The morning brought a rude awakening to Chasind who dreamed of glory and conquest, the various tribes at each other's throats as they accused each other of murdering Vladislav and his chieftains. Fights broke out, then skirmishes, then all-out civil war as they brandished knives and spears and killed each other in broad daylight.

Exploiting this opportunity, Ferelden's heavy cavalry sallied forth to crush the Chasind beneath their hooves, crushing hundreds and wounding thousands more. Without their leadership, weakened by infighting and shocked by Ferelden intervention, the last of them broke and tried to flee, only to be cornered.

"Chasind! Throw down your arms and your lives will be spared!" Zoryana yelled atop her horse.

The presence of Chasind among the Ferelden ranks made many pause, and they were exhausted. Some yelled for further resistance but were turned on by their comrades who tore them to pieces. Then, one by one, they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Ferelden signed a treaty where Zoryana was declared High Chieftain of the Chasind, and given the Kocari Wilds to settle as a province of Ferelden. Bureaucratic personnel and craftsmen would arrive to help develop Chasind culture and civilisation, while generals would shape Chasind warriors into proper soldiers.

That night, they celebrated with a feast, and many men flirted with young women who flirted back.

In your personal tent Zoryana greeted you with a smile.

"Hail your Majesty," Zoryana said.

"Alaras is fine," you reassured.

"So what brings you here?"

"To breed with you," she answered, stripping naked, "I bear your child, my line and position secure, no one protest."

"Well, how can I say no to someone so forthcoming?" You smirked.

You put Zoryana on your bed, kissing and wrestling tongues with her as you rubbed your cock against her thigh, eager for action. You sucked on her pert teats, firm and hard from years of exercise. Then you began to fuck her, causing her to gasp in pain as her hymen was torn.

"F-Fuck..."

You slowly thrust into her, taking care to not let her feel overwhelmed by the pain. With every thrust you made her boobs jiggle, and she moaned in pleasure at your stud cock ploughing her insides.

"God, you Chasind are tight, and in a good way," You smiled.

You fucked her for a full hour, creaming her womb several times, until you were finally exhausted. Her face reflected pure bliss, and you kissed her on the cheek, spooning her from behind and bringing your blanket over your bodies.

It was good to be king.