Gellian and his troops head north. The difficult terrain makes it difficult to move quickly and requires that the troops be given more frequent rest.

A smaller part of the troops was sent to the northern region of the kingdom to confront the goblin marauders who burn and plunder the northern villages.

This is a mountainous, difficult terrain, so it is not at all convenient to use armored knightly cavalry in such a region.

In addition, the threat of the orcs "Spinebreakers" in the west is clearly more significant - after all, they do not just plunder the territory, but seek to capture it and keep it under their control.

Approximately such thoughts were in the head of the young prince Gellian as he rode in a luxurious carriage on the road to the north. A slight "prick" of some vague unpleasant feeling...

"Jason took the initiative in the coronation hall and took on the more important task of countering the orcish threat in the west... And Jason took more troops under his command... the armored knightly cavalry units left with him..." - what are these thoughts for?

Probably, Gellian himself did not fully realize this yet...

The road was becoming narrower and narrower.

The terrain became more hilly and soon the troops would have to go along the mountain gorges.

From the carriage window, the prince saw that the columns of foot militia-spearmen and archers were slowly moving along the difficult terrain.

"And behind them there is also a convoy with provisions and other necessary things! Mobility is clearly not one of the advantages of my army..." - Gellian thinks.

"My army"...

What a meaningful phrase...

Earlier, even in Gellian's thoughts there was nothing like this.

Before, the prince and his brother were children who had fun and were up to mischief every day.

And now...

Now the weight of responsibility on their shoulders creates some kind of oppressive impression...

It is no coincidence that each of the twins in the coronation hall tried to push responsibility and the crown onto the other.

"What a "performance" we demonstrated in front of the noblest aristocrats when we tried to dump the weight of the crown on each other... The Regency Council probably considers us irresponsible little naughty children..." - the young prince thought with a grin.

Meanwhile, it was getting colder outside.

The climate in the mountainous regions is harsher.

Bodyguards from a small detachment of the elite royal guard gave the prince a warm fur coat. Probably, it was not easy to get the material for such a fur coat - someone managed to successfully hunt a cave bear...

However, there was not enough warm clothing for everyone - ordinary soldiers had to continue walking and endure the cold...

The next day, the troops stopped to rest, setting up a temporary camp near a small mountain village located on a plateau.

Of course, the most comfortable house in the village (the headman's house) was given over to the prince and his detachment of bodyguards. And those who lived in the house now began to perform the duties of servants.

"That's how it should be... You are unique and important... Everything around exists only for you..." - a quiet whispering voice on the periphery of Gellian's consciousness, gradually provoked a very specific attitude to the situation.

A cozy fireplace with a flame emitting warmth...

Good and tasty food...

Warm clothes...

At this time, most warriors are **** to huddle in tents...

"Perhaps you are missing something? How about a little entertainment?" - a whisper in the prince's mind hints at something.

Among the servants carrying food and drinks, the prince's dark blue eyes notice the figure of a young and timid blonde girl, who is dressed in a slightly dirty woolen dress.

Her large and beautiful gray eyes look at the prince with a mixture of admiration and fear.

This is not surprising at all: in this rural wilderness, seeing the heir to the throne for such a pleb-girl is something of a miracle.

"You can do everything... Your desires are the most important thing..." - the voice in his head seems to merge with the thoughts of the young prince himself.

When the girl once again fills the prince's glass with ale from the jug, Gellian lightly touches the button on her dress with the index finger of his right hand.

The prince whispers the words of the spell.

A small glow from the impulse of magical energy.

An ordinary bone button in the girl's chest area turns into... a golden button!

The Grinning Fox taught his children some "tricks" - and here is a suitable occasion for using abilities.

At least, Gellian now thinks that this is a "suitable occasion".

The girl squeals in surprise and falls to her knees. The elite bodyguards stop eating, jump up from their chairs and draw their swords.

"Calm down, guys... It's normal! It's just a little joke! Ha! Ha! This cutie will now take me to the bedroom... I think you all understand that I should not be disturbed for the next few hours?" - saying these words, the prince helps the girl to her feet and leads her to the second floor of the house.

"Your Highness... Prince Gellian... Sorry..." - the frightened girl mumbles pathetically.

"It's okay... The golden button is my gift to you... Come, you will show me where the bedroom is..." - the prince says.

Soon the two reach their destination.

A spacious double bed...

A warm fur blanket...

Gellian tightly closes the door to the room.

The girl timidly sits down on the bed.

Her hands are shaking.

The prince sits down on the bed next to the girl.

Her gray eyes look with admiration at his face and his golden hair like the sun, flowing to the level of his shoulders.

Gellian's fingers caress the girl's neck and chin.

"Your Highness... But I..." - she does not have time to finish, because the kiss reaches her plump scarlet lips.

Then her trembling body comes closer...

The prince's arms embrace her and slowly, as if enjoying her confusion, begin to remove clothes from her body...