Epilogue

That afternoon, princess Alice never returned to the palace in the evening. A search party of knights went and combed through the city, but she was never found. No witnesses of any kind claimed that they saw her, and there were absolutely no leads as to where she could be. Her maid Katherine had said that she had gone to the slums, but a search there yielded no results. That's when the finger pointing began. Jamis and Del blamed each other for murdering their sister, and the ensuing chaos resulted in a civil war that tore the nation asunder.

But none of that was very relevant to Alice, who never saw the light of day again. Locked in a pillory within the basement of one of the houses in the slums, she never saw anything else except for the cocks in her mouth. Her ambitions died not in a blaze of glory as she had imagined in the past, but rather slowly wilting, like a flower. The first few months she held out hope that she would be rescued, but gradually, she lost track of time as days blended into weeks. Subsisting entirely on a diet of cum, Alice drifted in and out of delirium, going from **** **** to eager slut. After all, if this was to be her life from now on, it would certainly make sense to get better at it, right? The only hint of pride that remained intact was that she never gave her real name to her captors, wanting to avoid the indignity of them knowing she's a princess, and seeing how far she fell. No, better for them to think she was just a foolish traveler, that way only she alone would have to contend with her fall from grace.

She changed hands multiple times, as the two men who first kidnapped her pimped her out for a while. Having earned sufficient gold from her, they sold her off to a crime lord, who kept her as his own private ****. When he was murdered, she was passed down like an object to his son, who then sold her to a slaver. At that point, she was transported out of the kingdom to a faraway land. She had always wanted to travel and see the world, but hardly like this. Eventually, she was sold at a auction house and bought by the owner of a brothel, and there she would remain as the war raged on in Gardius. She would never return home, the shame of her failure etched into her heart.

The tides of her ambition have waned, and the sea is calm once more.