Continue on with your journey

As you slowly wake from you night sleep you from your own be you start smelling bacon cooking over the fire. Margaret has to be to swore so there are only two options who it could be. As you open the flap to the tent, Elizabeth's soothing voice confirms answers your question of who it is.

"Morning My Prince... " she pauses for a second "so I heard last night that you made my sister your slave...."

"Yes I did... is that going to be a problem...?" You ask.

Looking away she replies, "No... I mean like I said she's always been such a bitch to me.... serves her right..." Blushing a bit she smiles and teases, "So how was her pussy....?"

Your turn to her and kiss her on the cheek "Not even close to how good yours will feel."

Her face turns completely red as she takes a moment to think about what you just said. "Well ... you're just going to have to wait for that...." she replies giggling.

Her laughter must have been loud enough to wake the others because moments later you hear Rachael yelling out.

Your absence in the tent caused Rachael to stir, making you laugh as you hear Margaret cry out in pain and shock as Rachael jabs her side and says sternly, "Get up you slut!! and get the fuck out!" A second later, a nude and sore Margaret comes crawling out the tent so that Rachael can have more room to get dressed. Margaret's legs give out at least three times as she walks around, attempting to not be fazed by being naked around you, but its easy to tell that she is humiliated. A noble woman like her wandering about naked, her virtue soiled...

After Rachael gets dressed she allows Margaret to go in and get changed. Rachael continues to get her revenge by forcing your new slave to pack up their stuff all by herself. Although his does additional thirty minutes to the packing process.

You all finish eating and start the day's journey.

About halfway through the day you enter the Elven kingdom, but you know its another days journey to the capital. As you pass into the kingdom you think back to when your father taught you about their ways of life.

*Flashback*

"My dear boy when you grow up and have to deal with the elves, you must remember... there are two very different cultures within their lands.

The outer edge of the country consists of dense woodlands. The wood elves that live there are very independent and only value the laws of their local villages. They practice hit and run tactics and are known as some of the best archers in the world. Of course they are also known for their raids on traveling merchants and practices in natural magic. The are known for being very agile but short.

In the center of the kingdom there is a large city, which serves as the capital. Unlike the wood elves, who you never expect to fight fair, their taller cousin, elves from the capital called noble elves, consider honor the highest quality. They also value the laws of the capital and the land and you should never expect then to steal. The are highly skilled professional soldiers and experts in melee combat.

However due to the Elves long life span and low reproduction rate their population is really small. As a result, even if they are considered one of the best tacticians, sword fighters, mages, and archers they avoid war at all cost."

*End Flashback*

The moment you pass the border you notice wood elves in the treeline spying on you, which eases your fears. If they meant you harm you would never notice them coming. They simply keep an eye on you, jumping from tree to tree the whole day.

You make camp about a mile outside a wood elves village and prepare for the final day of travel.