Kesirea Eleaie, High Queen of Alastia, Bothersome Prisonner.

20th of June, 1009

I sat patiently on the grand chair at the center of the main dining hall, my fingers interlaced as I stared at the intricate patterns of the table cloth in front of me, my mind wondering over the current events that have so recently taken place.

I was troubled, something did not feel quite right but my mind failed to grasp the detail. It had been two days since my nation had been attacked by its deceptively peaceful neighbour, Hastaluna. The attack faired about as well as all other attacks do, it had failed. For all his posturing, the Man that let himself through our border had achieved nothing but his own captivity... And yet, I felt like we were at a disadvantage I could not quite perceive. As if they were playing a game I could not comprehend. It haunted my thoughts.

It was of no matter currently as it was late in the day and such matters would have to be dwelt upon in the morning. For now I simply closed my eyes and let the thoughts drift to the back of my mind. The hall had a low murmur of chatter, many of the courtiers sat with me on the long crescent table, their politicking placing them at various highly coveted positions, the closer to me the more important they liked to think of themselves. That part was business as usual at least, these past few days have been anything but normal. Over all the noise was the angelic sounds of our bard, her voice like silk as she played her harp from the corner of the room. I tried to focus on it and drown out the noise, she was so talented it eased my minds worries to nothing in seconds.

The chatter died down as the music played on. I opened my eyes to see what had caught everyone's attention. It was my daughter, Conseta. I should have known this was what had everyone's undivided attention all of a sudden. She clutched her loose fitting robe to her body as she looked around sheepishly at the crowded room, all eyes were on her.

"D-do I have to?" She pleaded with me.

I sighed a tired sigh.

"Yes my dear. It's what he wants." I replied while glancing her up and down, I could tell by the damp ends to her long silvery hair that she had just come from her afternoon bathing. I shook my head in a dismissive gesture at her question. She already went to all this trouble to full fill the prisoners request, why would she have second thoughts now?

She slipped the robe from her shoulders revealing her totally naked body underneath, her hands moving to cover her more intimate areas. I was the only one who didn't have my eyes glued to her body. I used them to shoot an intimidating glare at the nearest noble who had her mouth hanging open at the Princesses display. She noticed my stern look bearing down on her and she glanced away, her hand beating a fan to cool her reddening face.

I took my daughters hand and helped her up onto the chair next to mine which she usually sat, only this time she climbed up onto the table still doing her best to cover her naked body. She lowered herself onto her belly, and rested her elbows on a cushion that had been placed there for her. She seemed to relax a little as it meant that she was baring less to the room, only her naked butt pulled the gaze of some of the less discrete nobles now.

Excited chatter once again started to fill the room as food began to be served, a line of servants bringing out delicacy after delicacy and placing the delicious looking meals in front of us all. My daughter gasped as a nervous server, as gently as they could, started to place cold pieces of sushi on her naked buttocks. She turned her head to glare at them, even though they were only doing their job I couldn't help but share her displeasure, this whole farce was demeaning for all of us. For a royal to bare it all in public would have been unthinkable a few days ago and here we were, acting out some insane perverted flight of fancy which was understandable except for the fact that the man who requested us to do this wasn't even here.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath once again, trying to calm my growing anger at the situation. The bards singing once again bringing me my inner peace that I sought.

"Follow me..." She sang her beautiful melody as she plucked away at her harp. "*... Remember what was onc*e-GAHK!"

My eyes jolted open and I snapped my head to look at the bard in her corner. Heat rising in my chest as I glared at her, furious at the denial of her calming voice, who or what was going on over there?

"Oh..." I said calming down, anger being replaced with disappointment. "The 'man' prisoner has decided to turn up." I muttered to myself.

I turned my gaze back to the table and the food presented before me. I was hoping that we would be spared from the presence of the man we captured but alas it would seem he wanted to join us this evening. Perhaps the princess could have covered herself sooner had he deemed it not worth his time to turn up for dinner but here he is, silencing the bard's singing by shoving his hardening male phallus in her mouth, preventing her from continuing on. Seconds past as the loudest noise in the room was the wet 'gakking' sounds coming from that corner, the man showing the talented woman no respite as he pounded away at her face.

As suddenly as he jumped on her face he pulled out, turning towards myself and the empty seat next to me.

"By the goddess..." The bard coughed up a large amount of phlegm onto the floor then followed by another round of coughing and dry heaving.

I looked back at her impatiently, my eyes and cross expression informing her that she should be doing her job.

"F-Follow me... " She started once again her singing. This time it was shaky, not the perfect voice of a angel as it was before. My shoulders slumped as I turned my attention away from her. It would appear that even her soothing voice would be denied to me this night. As talented as she was, her continued performance was only fit for background noise now and not worth truly immersing oneself in. A great shame that this man had chosen now to shake the girl with his interruption but it couldn't be helped I supposed, his bestial male urges were to be placated, it is what he would want.

I cast the man a once over with my eyes before he took my daughters seat next to me, my top lip rising in annoyance at his choice of clothing. He was wearing my silk dressing gown that I would use in the morn before I was properly dressed, that was the only thing he was wearing other than his sandals. Glimpses of his male sex bouncing through the open gap in the front turned my stomach. I had already made the decision to not wear it again even before I saw the tears in the shoulder sleeves. His wider shoulders causing the silken garment to rip at the joints. Finding clothing for a male was proving hard at short notice and why wouldn't it? Would we be able to clothe a horse as such short notice if he asked? I dismissed the thought as he covered himself if only a little, taking his seat next to me. I once again tried to pry my thoughts away from the distractions around me, try to focus on the problem my kingdom faced but this man prisoner denied me the courtesy of silence.

"Ah, this... this is just perfect..." The man beheld my daughter in front of him, his fingers running up and down the back of her naked thigh before plucking a piece of fish from her left butt cheek, plopping the delicate morsel into his mouth. He closed his eyes and savoured the flavour.

My daughter looked over her shoulder at the man eating from her flesh. Her eyes found mine, a questioning glance told me what she was thinking. I gave her a curt nod, yes she has to do this. She sighed and turned her face away from me as she set her head down on her crossed arms in an effort to get comfortable, it might be a long night.

"Are you not eating?" The man asked me, dropping another parcel of food into his mouth.

His question was out of line, one does not simply address The High Queen in such a way, especially a prisoner but a conversation was clearly what he wanted so I felt I must oblige. I turned to look at him with an annoyed glare, my mind so preoccupied with the events of the day that I struggled to remember his proper title. A prisoner is so beneath my attention that I had simply forgotten someone so inconsequential.

"...Jara... of Hastaluna..." I remembered, Yes that was it. "My appetite is none of your concern" I hopped to end this conversation before it got started.

"Huh, perhaps not..." He replied shrugging. "But it would be a shame to waste such a banquet... Eat"

His last word shot through me. The sight of his male appendage earlier had put me off my appetite but now I found my hands moving of their own accord, picking up the silverware and cutting pieces of meat to put in my mouth. I did not stop, focused on my given task of eating the meal in front of me, I chewed hard to make way for the next morsel even though I was not hungry. I thought of a retort to his brash manner of addressing me but kept it to myself, it would not do for the Queen to speak with her mouth full.

Jara laughed at my actions for some reason. Did they not eat in Hastaluna?

"Yes.. " He muttered to himself watching me closely as I passed more food into my mouth. "Everyone should get a taste. Everyone, eat!"

The room was silent, the line of noble women at the table watching the prisoner address me in such a way, eyes were wide, jaws were open at his sheer audacity. At his word they all turned as one and started to feast on the food presented in front of them and they were not alone. The two guards at the door made their way to the table to grab the first item they could reach, the bard stopped her subpar singing, stood up and made her way to the table to take some bread from off one of the courtiers plates. They were to busy gorging themselves to complain at her. Even the waiting staff couldn't stop themselves from grabbing items of food from the plates they were bringing out. Everyone in the room that heard Jara speak grabbed what food they could and started to eat just like he requested.

I watched my daughter turn her head and grab a carrot from my plate with her bare hands. She daintily nibbled at it as she lay there on the table occasionally grimacing as Jara let his fingers wonder over her backside instead of sampling the food presented on it. As I chewed on my food I couldn't help my parental instincts kick, I had to keep an eye on the man as he explored my daughter with his hands, making sure he did not go too far.

My daughter gasped as he slipped one of his roving digits into her sex. I carried on chewing stopping only briefly to put more food into my mouth, he was out of line but his actions were his own. If he wanted to **** the Princess here in front of everyone, who was I to stop him? He even stood up from his seat at the table, leaning over my offspring and giving her flesh a playful bite on her cheek as he gobbled up more food from her skin. He wasn't done with such a display of hedonism as he craned his head to the side to look intently at his fingers pistoning into her folds.

"HhhMmmm...." He murmured sitting back down on his seat, his mouth half full of food. "... she is without hair down there." He mused, probably at myself but I was not going to dignify that comment with a response. Even my daughter must have thought his observation was too intimate as her usually flawless pale skin redden slightly at his words.

"I wonder..." He continued on with the one way conversation despite my hints at its unwelcome nature. "... Is this part of your bloodline?" There was a pause as no one spoke up. "Answer me" He sternly asserted.

"No." My daughter had her words **** from her mouth before mine. "It's the fashion. The royal groom sees to it."

"Ah." Jara scratched his chin in thought, his eyes moving from the pert derrière in front of him to look at me. "That still leaves the question of what color decorates that area normally. Are you as fastidious as your daughter?"

Answering such an impertinent question was completely out of the question.

"I am not." The words tumbled past my lips without hesitation. I quickly put more food into my mouth to block myself from giving any more information than was asked but I was under no illusion, if he wanted the answer I was compelled to answer him.

"Show me." He was so direct and blunt it always caught me off guard with his demands. Subtlety was the language of the court and he clearly had no patience for such customs.

My head snapped round at him and glared hard into his eyes. It was less than a second but his unwavering gaze penetrating back told me this was no jest. I sighed and rolled my eyes, putting down my cutlery for the first time since he ordered me to eat. I lifted my rear off the high back luxurious seat and started to gather my long silken dress in my hands. Bunching between my fingers I used my other hand to pull at my lace undergarments, rolling them down my legs enough for my sex to be bared to the room. I leaned back into my seat and angled my body towards him, giving him a clear view but doing my best to keep my dignity from the courtiers present.

"Well, it seems that your unnatural color is indeed more natural than I would have supposed." He licked the corner of his mouth as he reached over to me. His thick male fingers pushed through the neat white hairs that covered such a private section of my body. "This is still not as wild as I would have guessed." He did not stop stroking my sex as he became lost in thought once again, then all of a sudden a sharp pain shot through me as he yanked his hand away.

"Why are you of such an unnatural color and your daughter as well..." A few of my white pubic hairs remained between his fingers, he rolled them for a few more seconds before he held them up to the hair on my head.

"It is a mark of the royal bloodline..." I sat back down and corrected my dress now that he had had his fill. "... An aspect of divinity that can be traced back to the creation of Alastia. All heirs to the thrown are of such complexion." Pride filtered back into my voice, after humiliating myself for the prisoner in such a way, asserting my authority felt almost cathartic.

"I see..." Jara scratched the bizarre hairs that had sprouted on his chin over the last couple of days. "This just raises further questions. I know of the basics of Alastian courtship and breeding, how two women can beget a child with no man present, but there is no second mother in question for the princess, only the one queen. Who is her second mother?" Jara gestured to my daughter on the table in front of him as he took another morsel of food from her pert buttocks.

"The question is most private...." I began but I knew it was in vain to withhold the information. Such knowledge was the subject of much gossip amongst the court and a close guarded secret between myself and my daughters second mother. However Jara wanted to know, so I must tell him. "Lady Esrika sired my daughter."

The court suddenly burst out in a murmur of voices, mostly quieted by mouths full of food.

"Ah? So she is your lover?" Jara asked ignoring the commotion my revelations caused as he popped more food in his mouth.

"Is enquiring about strangers sex lives a hobby of yours?" I hoped to shame him into a different tact of conversation but the man clearly had no such manners.

"It is now, this is fascinating..." He countered back. "How often do you copulate?"

"Not in many years." I informed him.

"Oh?" He cocked his head to the side. "Why is that?"

"I was younger, in need of an heir. She... served her purpose."

"That's cold." Jara's judgement gave away his ignorance.

"It is a great honour to sire the heir to the Alastian throne!" Jara's disregard for our intimate customs had hit a nerve with me, amplified by him forcing myself to divulge my personal sex life in front of the court I could not help but raise my voice.

"Is she here? Now?" He did not even blink at my outburst. "Lady Esrika, come to the front of the table.!" he shouted out to the room without even waiting for an answer.

Lady Esrika was indeed still part of my court after all these years although her standing had diminished over the years. The woman was greying at the temples now and the opulent life of the nobility had not been kind to her figure. Wiping some crumbs from her face she made her way to stand directly in front of us, hands clasped in front of her waiting for further instruction from myself or Jara.

"Hmm, you could have done better. Although I can see some residual beauty in her facial features." Jara judged her like a piece of meat, she may have served my purpose all those years ago but she did not deserve to be treated like this.

"She had ambition, a notable trait that I hoped would rub off on my daughter." I corrected him.

"Bah" Jara waved his hand. "Take your clothes off." He instructed Lady Esrika who started disrobing immediately in front of everyone.

Time had not been kind to my old lover. She indeed weighed more than a healthy amount in her later years, her corset clearly had been doing her a lot of favours as she let the lace strings loose and her large breasts flopped out. Her apparent waspish waist was shown to be a trick of tight clothing. I felt Jara's hand grab my flank, his fingertips sliding round and sinking into the flesh of my stomach through my dress.

"So.." Jara compared myself to my old flame. "How come you don't look like that? Do you exercise? That seems unbecoming of the Queen. You barely look the same age?"

"She is only in her early forties." I meant to defend the poor naked woman in front of me but I could instantly tell I made a mistake and could see where this was going.

"You don't look that much older." Jara scoffed. I scowled at him, here it comes. "Wait? How old are you?"

"Sixty eight years last spring." I had no chance of with holding this information from him. It was not a state secret and if he wanted to know, I was going to tell him.

"Sixty? Sixty eight?!" Jara sputtered. "But... your soo...." He grabbed my right breast and groped it roughly. "... ripe." Not the word one should label the High Queen, but it was the first complement the man prisoner had given me since he arrived two days ago. "How?"

"As it should be obvious to you by now Jara of Hastaluna..." I began. "The royal bloodline is blessed by the Goddess herself from it's inception. All of those of royal blood have extended youth. We do not age as one such as yourself."

"So you have extended lives?" Jara did not let go of my person, my left breast bouncing up and down in his grip.

"Not at all." I couldn't decide if his groping or ignorant questions were riling me up more. "I will die when my time comes, same as any other. The Goddess has seen it fit to bless our heritage with more time to propagate. We age slower, but we do not live longer."

"By the moons..." Jara finally let go and flopped back into his seat. "This keeps getting better and better." He grinned to himself. "And I suppose you are fifty?" He slapped the Princesses ass cheek closes to him.

"Ah!" She cried, her head whipping round to him. "No! I'm eighteen!"

"At least you look your age." Jara chuckled to himself before sitting back in his chair and airing out his thoughts. "That makes sense now. An extended window of peek fertility would give the best chance at propagation, I see why she created you like that. "

He spoke like a scholar observing wildlife and was so casual about the Goddess, as if she too was part of his observations. He should have more respect for myself and the Creator.

"Y-your majesty... " Lady Esrika was still in front of us. Naked, doing her best to hide her shame. She must be very uncomfortable.

"Thank you Lady Esrika..." I motioned her to exit the space to the side.

"No." Jara intervened. "She could do with loosing some weight and exercising. Dance for us. Erotic, energetic."

"I-I... Dance?" She mumbled at the command but her body was already ahead of her. Wide hips started to gyrate as she put her hands behind her head and enacted some sort of belly dance.

"Maybe I should have all the nobility perform as such. I don't want to see such slothfulness around." Jara pondered as he looked to his left at the rest of my court. They were still busy eating what was left of their meals although as this point not much was left due to their **** consumption. "Although some of them clearly are less slothful than others."

He licked his lips as he watched some of the younger nobles at the end of the table eat. Countess Esteleia clearly caught his eye, she was indeed athletic and beautiful, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she finished her plate. I perhaps studied her too long as his gaze shifted back to me and he took note of my interest.

"Do you still make love with your courtiers? After all these years? I suppose you could have whoever you want." Jara was ever keen to map out my sexual indulgences and it was getting tiresome.

"No I do not." I told him flatly. Finally perhaps he would loose interest in the subject.

"What?" He whined. "I find that hard to believe. When was the last time you bedded another woman?"

"By the Goddess..." I sighed. "... eight years I suppose. I do not keep track of such things."

"Aw." Jara's mock sympathy fooled no one. "Why is that? Not got the fire in you any more?"

"I grow tired of the politicking, my bed and affections are no longer pieces to be won in the politics of this court." Jara was forcing the truth from me but I had no reservations in venting that opinion.

"Well, damn." Jara glumly shrugged his shoulders. "Being a royal sounds boring. Imagine having a body that hot..." he gestured to my person once again. "... and not using it. Are you just like your mother." Jara took one of the last piece of food from the Princess's rear as he addressed her. "When's the last time you felt the touch of a woman?"

"What?" She realised she was being spoken too and started paying attention. Her brain mulled over the question briefly but her eyes met mine, she really did not want to say in front of me, as if I was not aware of my daughters habits in my own palace.

"He wants to know my dear." I told her. "You must tell him."

"Well..." She sheepishly started. "It would be while I was bathing before dinner." She went beet red admitting such a thing in my presence. "My servant went down on me at my request"

"Wow, that's more like it." Jara perked up. "You do that often."

"I... do not know what counts as often. There have been a few days when I barely have time to make love with more than one person." She offered. ".. although that is rare."

"So how many times a day do you lay with your fellow women?" Jara ate the last piece of food letting the young woman roll to the side and look at him more directly, still hiding her sex from him.

"Six, maybe seven times on average..." She became even more red for some reason. She must know that I know she is no young girl any more.

"Damn the Moons" Jara cursed. "What a little slut." His insult would have usually led him to be executed, but he wouldn't want that so I chose to ignore the infraction officially but I still felt the freedom to let him know my mind.

"My daughters love life is not to be judged by a prisoner, a man no less. The way you have conducted yourself, you are hardly one to speak!" The room once again died down in ambient noise as I rarely raise my voice. Jara was not intimidated in the least.

"Yeah but..." I brace myself for whatever rude comment Jara was about to add. "Are you not worried about pregna-" He stopped himself. "No, I guess not. The benefit of an all female society I suppose..." Jara shrugged then thought for a second "What about diseases?" He added.

My daughter scoffed at Jara's ignorance. I too was getting tired of the probing questions that many citizens have know since they were little girls. I hid my annoyance as I explained to the man.

"Jara of Hastaluna..." I began. "Disease might be a plight of the common folk or even the nobility but the Royal Alastian bloodline does not succumb to any such weakness. So the Goddess has decreed."

"What?!" Jara exclaimed his eyes bulging. "You are telling me that you can't get sick?"

"Nope." The princess smugly commented, the hint of a smile creeping onto her lips for the first time since she arrived in the hall. I would have to speak with her about using such casual language in public later.

"Please..." I laid my hand on my daughters hand to silently tell her not to interrupt, then I turned back to Jara to bring him up to speed on what the rest of my kingdom has known for generations. "Our.. 'touch' is even known to have curative properties. I do not discourage my daughters promiscuity but would urge her to embrace it. For the health of this court if nothing else."

"Wait... your touch?" Jara sputtered out. "What does that even mean? Be specific"

I sighed, I was being discreet with my language in polite company but he was focusing my answer.

"Our bodily fluids, Jara. Blood, saliva, anything. It can sterilise wounds and cure maladies." I hated that he made me be so grotesque with the description of the Goddesses gifts but if he wanted blunt answers I was compelled to obey.

"She really thought of everything..." Jara looked off into space taking in the revelation to him.

"She?" I asked, wondering who he was talking about.

"Seri-" Jara started. "The Goddess..." He corrected himself. "Don't worry about that."

At his words my curiosity vanished and no matter how hard I tried I could not seem to continue the conversation down this path.

"There is so much more going on then we thought. I must document this...." Jara was again muttering to himself. There was an awkward silence as Jara pondered his next words.

The silence was broken when the servers appeared at our side to take our empty plates away, to replace them with a delicious looking soufflé in front of me. The action seemed to stir Jara out of his thoughts and back to the present company.

"So why don't you sleep with anyone any more if its so beneficial?" He was once again back to asking probing inappropriate questions.

"I told you, I care not for politics-" I started.

"Do you not have a sex drive any more now you have bore a child?" Jara cut me off with such an impertinent question it honestly made me sputter.

"Now look here!" I raised my voice louder than had all evening. "I am still very much as full as passion as I once was!" As my mind processed Jara's question my emotions caught up and I felt a heat rising. "How dare you question-"

"Who do you want to lay with the most?" Jara was again unfazed by my tirade, his interruption and question cut right through me.

"What?" I snapped. "W-why would you ask that?" I felt like ice cold water was pored on top of me. I knew the answer, it is my most personal secret and not something I would, or should share with anyone. The scandal it would raise.

"I am curious... and a little bored." Jara absent-mindedly offered. "Maybe Ill have you and your partner put on a erotic show for everyone. See if you still have that old flame. It's probably better than listening to that bard or watching this flabby pig gyrate in front of us."

Lady Eskrika's jaw dropped open at the insult yet she did not stop twisting and turning erotically as she shot him every evil glare she could.

"That is not going to happen..." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Why not?" Jara was oblivious to the scandal he was about to unleash. "What's the problem? I'm sure it can't be worse than airing your old flames? What's wrong adding a new courtier to your harem?"

"S-she's not a courtier." My voice was low and hushed. "It would cause a-"

"It's not your daughter is it?" Jara cut in.

"No!" Both myself and my daughter snapped at him in unison.

"Okay" He chuckled. "Who is it then? Tell me."

The order was clear I had ****.

"Saintaris..." I whispered as quietly as I could. Perhaps the rest of the room did not need to hear it even if he did?

"Saintaris? The Captain?!" Jara shouted.

The whole room went dead silent. I shut my eyes.

"Please. Keep your voice down." I pleaded.

"Why her? I mean, perhaps that is a little hypocritical considering recent events but what do you see in her?" Jara was unrelenting with his questions.

"She is dependable. She has never failed me and I appreciate her professionalism, she is not absorbed in the politics." These were the qualities that have grown my affection for my captain of the guard but Jara was a man and he clearly had more shallow aspersions in mind.

"You like her body? Don't you? Tell me" He was smiling a horrible grin.

"Yes. She looks strong and capable. I want to..." I trailed off. "I would like to lay with her at least once. Passionately." I was practically muttering under my breath, barely enough for Jara to hear.

"Oh, I see..." Jara took note of my hushed tone. "You are worried what people would think?"

I glared back at him, my chest rising and falling with rage, as if I had not made it abundantly clear to him this was the case. The room was already full of gasping talking gossip. The secret was out of the bag now. This was going to be the talk of the palace for months, years. I only hope it does not damage the professional relationship between myself and my Captain of the Guard. Unfortunately for me, Jara was not done.

"You have fantasies no doubt." He licked his lips. I did not want to tell him yes but, nodded discreetly all the same. "Well, share them. Not just with me but everyone. Shout them out."

My eyes bulged. He couldn't mean.

"No... " I whimpered as I rose to my feet. "I... I..." My teeth were grating against each other as I took a deep breath, my fist clenched the tabled cloth into a crease in my fists. I couldn't stop so I just shut my eyes and shouted at the top of my lungs.

"I want Saintaris Rathten to take me. Forcefully, rip my clothes from my body. Pin me down with her strong tanned body and have her way with me. All night, until the morning until I am battered and bruised and I can't stand. I want her to ravage me until I pass out!"

The room was again dead silent. This wasn't just a revelation but a show Jara was making me put on for the gossip wing of my court. My reputation and perhaps Saintaris's reputation would never be the same again. I was supposed to be calm and demure, a figure head of virtue and Jara had me admit all this and in front of my daughter of all people, that might be the worst part. Despair gave way to anger.

"How dare you...!" I hissed. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"

"Just made things interesting" Jara commented, his hand slapped by butt in what I assume was sympathy but it did nothing but annoy me more.

"If it wasn't for the fact that you don't want to die I would have you executed immediately!" Something illogical about my words pulled at my mind but as quickly as the doubt was there it vanished. Jara was just grinning up at me almost goading me to continue. If he wants me to shout at him I would be happy to oblige.

"You are nothing but an ignorant man! The damage you do to your surrounding just by existing, disgusting horrible animal!" He was grinning even more now, was he enjoying this? "If I have to endure your vile presence one more day I'll-" There was a flash and a crack. Pain.

Pain shot down my neck and spine, out along my limbs followed by intense numbness. I fell onto the chair with a thump and listed forwards, the last thing I saw was the soufflé rushing up to meet me before it all went black with a wet 'splat'.

Jara's laughter echoed out across the stunned court.

I could still hear, despite being face down in my own pudding. Then I remembered. Alki. The head of the Order. She was oath bound to protect me and my daughter but at Jara's request she was on a mission to humiliate me for his amusement. Clearly she had decided that paralysing me mid rant was good enough for Jara sick idea of a joke. I certainly felt humiliated.

"Mhhhffp" I could only blow bubbles in the slick cream of the dessert I had fallen face first into. I felt a tug on my hair pulling me out. My vision was returned but still a little blurry, my face was cover in food, my mouth hung open limply, a line of drool dangling from my bottom lip. I had never felt less graceful in my life. Alki had my hair in one hand and the other was offering my soiled face as if it were an artwork to be admired. Admired by Jara.

"That was good." Jara politely clapped at my head as the agent offered it to him. "I'll reward you with a good fucking" He said, standing upright, pulling his silken garment open.

Alki let go of my hair and dropped my back into the dessert, once again obscuring my vision. I could feel the table though as life slowly started to return to my body. The jolting rhythm of pounding.

It was hard to breathe so I was glad when I felt two delicate hands pull my head up right. My daughter helping me hold my head up, luckily her position laid out on the table put her in a position to assist me. I could see Alki had pulled down her tight undergarments and was bent over the table, Jara was behind, ramming into her, the entire large crescent table shaking with each thrust.

"Yeah!" Jara grunted before looking over to us. "Lick that cream off. Urgh"

My daughter had ****, a request was a request even if the man was delirious with passion. Carefully and gently, the Princess extended out her tongue and started the process of cleaning the cream off my face. The courtiers were once again silent, perhaps they too were afraid of drawing the attention of the male prisoner and becoming part of his games.

I sighed as I walked at a brisk pace through the lower levels of the palace. I was not accustomed to being summoned at the beck and call of anyone, let alone the man prisoner we held captive. I almost reprimanded Iska, my lady in waiting, when she requested my presence in the dungeon as if I had not other things to be attending as the high monarch, only when she mentioned it was a whim of this Jara we held captive did I let her slight pass.

So here I was, making my way to a part of the royal palace I have seldom been too and to make matters worse, I would have to cross through the barracks to reach the cells. My royal guard took great pride in their service to me but sometimes their zealous adherence to protocol can get tiresome, not to mention my very presence sets them on edge, I can feel it.

I made it to the main courtyard that led across the plaza to the dungeon. No one had noticed me yet as I watched from the doorway. The scores of women marching, exercising, training with weapons.

"Her Highness in attendance!" One of the parade leaders snapped when she spotted me observing from the side.

In a flurry of activity every single soldier in the open space dropped what they were doing and physically ran to a crisp formation in the centre of the plaza. The highest ranking woman standing to the side, bolt upright like she was being stretched into the sky.

"Guard ready for inspection your highness!" She shouted.

I nodded gracefully as I approached her.

"Thank you, but I am not here for an inspection..." I informed the officer as she looked straight ahead.

There was a small pause as I considered the circumstance. The guard took great pride in their service, it would almost be cruel of me not to admire them for just a moment, especially as I **** them all into parade formation with my presence.

"..but perhaps I could spare a moment to encourage them." I considered a short speech to tide them over. They were my loyal subjects, oath sworn to serve me but a show of appreciation might be in order here.

I smiled gracefully as I started to approach their lines, as I walked up to the officer in charge she seemed to stiffen even more in my vicinity. I cleared my throat to address the soldiers present but I stopped my actions when I realised I could not stop walking. My legs had a mind of their own as I continued past them towards the dungeon.

This was deeply embarrassing for all involved. I considered that the man we have prisoner did request my presence so I should not delay. Even If I thought he would not notice such a small gap as a minute or two, clearly my body would not countenance such a thing.

"Thank you, that will be all" I hurriedly spoke over my shoulder to save face. My guard, who were all arrayed for my inspection remained still. If they were offended by my actions, they did not show it. They remained at attention as my body carried me past the main barracks and into the dungeons proper and out of their sight.

Even in the middle of the day, it was dark here, only the orange dull lick of flame illuminated my way. I was no stranger to this place, I had made an effort to be knowledgable about all parts of my palace but this was certainly the last place I wanted to be. As I made my way down the short stone hallway I briefly considered that I did not know where exactly I was supposed to meet Jara. Was I to spend my time looking for him like a common servant? The thought made me flush with rage that he would make me do something so indignant. Fortunately for him, it became obvious where he was as I heard sounds coming from one of the main holding cells, it's door was wide open allowing me to walk in without announcing myself and be greeted with quite the sight.

Jara was here, along with a few of my royal guard watching him with lazy eyes across the space. They both snapped to attention on seeing me enter the room. Jara was completely oblivious to my presence, totally caught up in his current actions. He had his male member out and had **** it upon Captain Saintaris who was held fast in stocks. I furrowed my brow at the once noble captain. She was eagerly sucking away at Jara with great enthusiasm, her lips and tongue doing what best she could while she was trapped in the wooden device.

"Urgga, Ah!" Jara grunted as he casually looked over his shoulder at me. "You are finally here, good time...timing" He grimaced as Saintaris sucked at his crotch, making him climax at that moment. His seed flowed into her mouth making her cheeks bulge, yet she showed no outward emotion as it was happening.

"Hold that in your mouth...Yes.. yes." Jara instructed the bound Captain.

She did as was told. Her eyes lazy and half focused, her cheeks full of his seed.

Jara turned and walked away to the lavish chair he had laid out in the dank space. As he did, he moved his hand from the Captains bare neck and pocketed something. The instant his hand left her neck, the soldiers eyes shot open in shock and she spat out Jara's cum on the dusty floor. She started to cough which was difficult for her as she was still restrained by the wooden stocks.

Jara sat down on his chair with a flourish, he gave a sarcastic 'Tut tut'.

"That might be the only thing you get to eat for a while... You will regret that..." Jara shook his head looking at the disgusting mess on the floor. I could not blame her for spitting that out.

"I will kill you!" Saintaris spoke through her retching. "Curse you! Curse you for all eternity!"

She was very upset and I could relate, although I have to say she was lacking her usual stoicism that I admired in her. He clearly wanted to cum in her mouth and it could not be helped. Goddess knows that I had to endure such indignity over the past few days. Still, I was here now and the faster I could give Jara what he wants the faster I could return to more important things.

"Was there something you needed, Jara of Hastaluna?" I asked with annoyance in my voice, making sure he knows that a Monarchs time is precious.

"Yes..." The word slithered out of his mouth like a snake waiting to strike. He took a gulp of some wine and grabbed a piece of fruit from the table next to him. An apple. Shiny and green. "I was just thinking..." He took a bite garbling his next words. "... How can I torment this whelp some more. Surely you can think of something... I would like nothing more than to see her suffer"

He wanted to see Saintaris suffer? Very well. A stranger to this city I suppose he didn't know her well and wanted something more personal. I quickly thought of Saintaris what was important to her. Duty. Loyalty. To me. I took the initiative and threw myself to the floor in front of Saintaris.

"Saintaris!" I wailed. "H-How could you let us be used by this man!" I tried my best to act up my suffering, tears filling my eyes.

Saintaris looked at me shocked. "I-I tried!" She shouted, her voice going horse instantly with shame and regret. My act clearly cutting her deep.

"It's your fault!" I cried rolling to my knees. "Its all your fault!"

"Whoa! whoa! whoa!" Jara shouted from his chair. "I don't remember telling you to do this? What are you doing?!"

I rolled my eyes. This thick skulled man was clearly three steps behind, but he had commanded me to tell him my plan so I had ****.

"You said you wanted her to suffer..." I picked myself up and dusted my exquisite white lace and satin dress off. "Saintaris puts duty above all else. By pretending that she had failed us, its the only way to truly cause her distress." I cast my eyes back down to her as she looked back up into mine. "She is made of stern stuff, it is the only way to do it." I flashed her a warm smile and understanding flared in her eyes.

"Oh yes, I see!" Jara finally understood the ruse. "Yes, maybe you could tell her how much she failed." Jara leaned forward, his eyes hungry for the suffering of my captain of the guard.

"You wretched dolt!" I shot back at him. "The time for play acting is over now you made me explain it all! Saintaris has no more failed us than any other day of her career! Your fun and games are one thing but lest I remind you that your attack failed?" I said defiant.

Saintaris stifled a choked laugh behind me , clearly amused that what saved her anguish in this instance was Jara's own eagerness to give the game away. Men really were fools with the intellect of beasts. Jara looked back at me with an unhappy snarl. I was bound to give him what he wanted but honestly if he is this difficult to deal with, he has no one to blame but himself for his absence of satisfaction.

"Lick that up!" He retorted to me, pointing to the mess on the floor Saintaris had spat out earlier.

It was a direct request for once, no guessing or assuming what he wanted. I was almost pleased by the simplicity of it before the reality dawned on me as I fell to my knees. I tucked a stray strand of silken silver hair behind my ear and got to work on the floor with my tongue. It was cold already and did not taste very pleasant but the worst part was the sand mixed in from the dungeon floor.

"You will pay for this, Jara" Saintaris hissed from behind me. She really did hate him. Personally I found him no more than an annoyance but her tone indicated her bloodlust for him. It is a pity he would not want to die otherwise I might have entertained the thought of letting Saintaris kill him personally.

"I think not" Jara smugly sang back in a more merry tune than before as if he just won some great victory over me. I was just doing what he wanted so I do not know where he got that notion. "You do seem to be quite disturbed by seeing my power over come your kin..." Jara mused. "Join her" he added as he raised a hand, beckoning the guards from behind him.

The two guards that had been lazily watching the show from beside Jara stepped forward and also sank to their knees. The metal armour clanking as they hit the stonework. I did not recognise them personally as they fought my tongue with theirs to get the last splats of cum off the floor. What ever protocol that stopped them being so close and intimate with my person was obviously overruled by Jara's request, of course.

"This does give me an idea..." Jara muttered scratching his growing chin hairs. "Perhaps I could set up for an unending parade of your peers. Let you see their eyes fade, loose themselves again and again. Yes. Yes. "

Jara rose to his feet. Kicking one of the guards out the way. She did nothing but grumble at her treatment from the prisoner she was supposed to be guarding.

"That will be all. Queen." Jara said my title with such derision is sounded like my position was an insult.

I stood up, looking him in the eyes, incredibly irritated.

"That is it? You had me come all the way down here just to clean up some mess on the floor for you like a common maid?" I was furious at the wasted time more than anything else.

"I just needed and Idea and you gave me the best one. Now toddle along. I'll 'take' you later." Jara dismissed my words as he forcibly grabbed my arm and spun me around. I felt a sharp, hard swat on my backside that surprised me so much I couldn't help but yelp a quick 'OH!'. A few dazed footsteps later and I found myself outside the cell in the hallway of the dungeon once again, the door slamming behind me.

I sighed listening to the muffled sounds of voices from inside and the crackling of torch light. This bothersome prisoner is proving to be more trouble than he is worth to keep around.

I had not hurried in the palace since I was a little girl, yet I found myself quickly ascending the main tower of the palace at quite the pace. I had been in the gardens when I heard word. Serizenza, the great and powerful mage had returned to our kingdom and was seen heading back in her quarters.

She had been sent out on one of Jara's many whims, although I can hardly call her mission a whim. Reports indicated that she destroyed the Eastern hordes attacking Hastaluna through the mountains. Although I care not for the lives of men lost, they were not in our territory or giving Alastia any worry. To interfere like this is totally unprecedented, although if it is what Jara would want then it could not be helped. We must suffer the consequences.

My heart beat in my chest as I reached the top of the steps and paused to catch my breath. These past days have been most worrisome, my most trusted adviser has been denied to me thanks to the man prisoner. Serizenza was as wise as she was old, I could only hope she would have the answers I seek.

The door to her chamber was wide open. An unusual occurrence, the guards posted at her door keeping a respectful distance across the small hallway to give her some privacy. Out of all the subjects I command in the palace, Serizenza is the only one I would give the courtesy of knocking before entering, such is the respect I hold for her. However as the door was open I walked through it, into her private chamber proper.

My heart sank at what I saw. Jara was here already. She had barely been back a few hours and the man prisoner was sitting on her bed, scratching his scribbles on a bunch of papers with a quill. Serizenza was here to. Standing upright in the center of the room, completely butt naked and staring off at the wall. Her purple silk finery and large hat sat in a pile behind her. Only her long flowing raven black hair covered her naked shoulders, from my view at the doorway I could only see her round butt peeking out from the tip.

I remember now, Jara had asked her to be mindless and she had obeyed. Her glassy eyes giving no hint of the noble intelligent sorceress that she usually was. Perhaps... I thought to myself. Maybe she was just standing for his amusement and her mind had returned. I had not walked all this way just for nothing so I cleared my throat in the hopes of getting her attention.

"A'hem..." My hands were clasped in front of me as I walked forward into the room, hoping Serizenza would snap out of whatever stupor gripped her mind. No such luck. All it did was make Jara look up from his scrolls.

"Hmm?" Jara raised an eyebrow looking at me. "Ahhh. Yes... good timing, I was just getting a few things written down. "

Jara gestured to the parchments scattered across Serizenza's bed. I was not interested in what ever pastime the man had amused himself with. I was here for one reason.

"Is Serizenza herself once more?" I asked directly.

Jara was still shuffling through his writings as he answered.

"No." His tone was casual and uncaring. "Never going to happen". He continued looking through the mess.

I was wasting my time here. I was here to speak with Serizenza of matters most important and if she was not of her right mind, I was on my own and I did not want to spend a second with this man if I didn't have to. Without a worth or a shred of politeness I turned on my heel and walked to the door.

"I am writing a book you see..." Jara explained to my retreating back. "The Great Principia of Jara... I- I like that title yes."

Jara was starting a conversation with me, the implication of such an action was that he wants me to listen to his prattling about his 'book'. I sighed a heavy sigh and felt myself drawn back to stand in the center of the room behind Serizenza to listen. I could see him smiling to himself barely even registering that the high Queen of Alastia was on her feet and waiting for him to get to the point.

"Really?" I felt the question **** out of my mouth as though I cared.

Jara looked up with a smile, genuinely happy that I showed interest. If I had any doubt about him wanting me here it was gone now.

"Yes! Yes!" He jumped to his feet clutching the main manuscript. "You have to understand that men have not been privy to the wonders that are contained in your kingdom. My writings would be the first across the world to document this! I'll be known as the greatest academic who ever lived"

I was not flattered in the slightest. The kingdom of Alastia is not some trinket or baulball to be gawped at like an attraction. However, he really had his heart set on writing this book of his so I gave an interested nod for him to continue. He smiled even more broadly at my fained interest.

"There is so, SO much to document. I don't know where to start." He gestured to the scattered pages on the bed. "Alsatia is unique in demographics, culture, sociology, economy... religion..." He trailed off grinning as he looked over at Serizenza's naked form still standing at attention in the center of the room.

"She is a fascinating creature... " Jara was speaking to me although it did sound like he was monologuing to himself. His eyes bulging as he looked at the sorceress. I merely nodded along but started to tune him out and think of other matters of the palace as he spoke.

"... She is completely invincible you know." Jara continued. "I had the guard outside run her through. Not a mark on her body. She doesn't need sleep, never gets tired, she does not need to even eat as far as I can tell."

My eye twitched at Jara's description of one of the most important women in our country, a description like she was wildlife to be documented. Worst of all, he was just plain wrong.

"Strawberries." I said casually.

"What?" Jara's head span round and looked at me for the first time since I got here.

"Her favourite food is strawberries." I gestured to the shrivelled and neglected strawberry plant by the window that had died in Serizenza's absence over the last week. It was no secret how much she liked them and this man was acting like an expert, yet he did not even know that.

"Ffffffascinating" Jara proclaimed in slow wonderment, hastily scribbling down an amendment to his writings muttering to himself. "She not only eats human food but has a preference, indicating that she might have some sort of a facsimile of human sensation. Fascinating."

His observation of her eating habits did make me slightly curious, does he thing sorcerers are not human? Is he that ignorant?

"Do they not have magic casters in Hastaluna?" I asked flippantly.

"Hmm?" Jara looked up for a second, then understanding dawned on him. "Oh right. I made you forget her true nature." He chuckled to himself and went back to writing. "So she eats... And yet... observe the asshole..."

He continued scribbling. Was those last words a command by him or just more of his 'scientific' notes. I took a second to think about it but quickly found myself sinking to my knees behind my court mage. I hoped Serizenza would forgive me for such a personal slight as i pushed her round butt cheeks apart and looked at the little puckered asshole like Jara told me too.

"She clearly doesn't need food for energy as she..." Jara paused mid sentence. "What are you doing?"

I sighed, clearly he was not speaking to me. I leant to the side and peered past the naked hip of Serizenza.

"You did say to observe her in such a way" I told him, expecting ether an apology on his part or maybe even laughter. Instead he looked at me in thought.

"Taste it. Savour it." Jara said bluntly, his features serious and interested.

There was no misunderstanding to be had here. I closed my eyes and moved back into position. I whispered an apology to Serizenza that she had no way of hearing as I licked my lips and leaned in to taste her puckered wrinkled rose bud. Thankfully no smell hit my nostrils first which might have made me gag, although it was the thought that sickened me the most. Myself, the High Queen of Alastia performing such and act, that disturbed me the most. I passed my tongue over the asshole presented before me and as commanded I smacked my lips and critiqued the flavour with deep thought.

"Well?" Jara insisted from the bed.

I leaned to the side, Serizenza's wide hips blocking my view of him until I was at quite the angle.

"Nothing..." I stated honestly. "As if I was licking her anywhere else." I silently thanked the Goddess up in heaven that my court sorceress was so fastidious with her personal hygiene and grooming.

"I know, right!?" Jara agreed as he bounced up from the bed in one excited shout. "I do not even think that she has used that thing in centuries." Jara was chuckling to him self with his own bizarre theories. Did he think her some kind of monster? We had made sure to cultivate fear of her abroad to keep away foreign powers. Also...

"What do you mean you know the taste of-" I started to ask but Jara ignored me and cut me off.

"I had presumed she was just not eating at all..." He was back to scribbling down his notes on the scattered papers about the bed. "... but that would make no sense in her deception so maybe the food is simply destroyed within her somehow. Hmm."

I had yet to fully get the measure of our man prisoner. He seemed lucid on the outside and did act in predictable male ways when it came to his sexual proclivities but his flights of fancy when it came to his magic theories I had no patience for. I watched him ramble, mainly to me, wide eyed as he wrote more. He loved to hear himself talk and moreover for others to hear him talk. Therefore, I resigned myself to the task of listening to him talk.

"Interesting..." I spoke up, getting his attention as I put on some fake interest, rising to my feet from behind the naked sorceress.

Jara looked at me very briefly. His eyes flaring with more passion at the idea that someone found his words captivating.

"Yes! YES!" He grabbed a sheet of paper from the bed and read from it. "Her power is infinite in 'some' respects and as such does not need a source. I assumed that the consumption of food was something she did to fit in, but as you said she 'likes' some foods over others. Perhaps her kind share more with humans than I thought. On an emotional, sensory level at least."

Bizarre ravings of someone on the edge of insanity.

"Tell me more..." I lied as I walked over to him. I put my hand on his leg as I sank down to the lush rug around the chambers bed like a little girl waiting for a story. Jara's eyes lit up as he grabbed a particularly wrinkled page with many crossed out scribbles all over it.

"Well, it is the most interesting thing!" Jara's hands were waving about as he explained some concept. My mind had already wondered to more important state affairs. "Why would a being like her have social emotions like ours in the first place? Well I think that might point to something VERY interesting. Who knows, maybe she isn't even... alone... in..."

Jara stopped his words as his passion left his voice, his eyes turning to me with cold suspicion.

"You have never cared about this before... In fact I made you forget Serizenza's true nature. " Jara regarded me as his gaze narrowed. "Are you just pretending to care because its something I want to happen?"

Jara would not want the truth right now.

"Oh no, Jara of Hastaluna. Please continue." I implored him to carry on as I thought about other things.

"I command you to tell me the truth." He added.

"I was pretending. I do not care." The facade left my face in an instant as I rose to my feet.

"Damn the Moons!" Jara cursed. He seem genuinely angry as he threw the papers back to the bed and he gripped the bridge of his nose.

His distress was not my concern. If anything his annoyance with my person was beneficial and I could finally leave his wretched person. My heart went out for poor Serizenza in her state but I would be glad to return to my other duties.

"Wait!" Jara stopped me as I turned to leave.

"...and what is it now?" I said with a tied sigh, my own patience tested with our continued company.

"I had hesitated to test Serizenza in certain areas... " Jara's features were stern as he looked to me, then back to the court sorceress. "But perhaps I should not let my caution get in the way of discovery."

Jara's grin was back, this time darker.

"Serizenza!" He shouted with great vigour all of a sudden. "I command you to alter the royal bloodline, permanently!"

The woman just stood there. Staring at the back of the wall of her own bed chamber.

"Preposterous!" I cried, offended at even the thought of it. "The royal bloodline is blessed by the goddess herself! As powerful as she is, even Serizenza could not hope to intervene in such a way!"

Jara ignored my protest at his insult and continued.

"I command you to make all present and future royals have larger breasts." Jara looked over to me. His eyes running up and down my lace and silk dress, lingering on my chest. It only drove me further to distraction.

"Man prisoner!" I hissed at him through gritted teeth. "I have..."

My words died in my mouth as I felt my body tingle. My head snapped round at Serizenza in shock. Her eyes had the faintest of glow to them. Then I felt vertigo and the room tilted in my vision. I felt fire at my core for the briefest of seconds as if I had drunk something too hot. It passed as quickly as it came.

"Hmm, yes, as expected..." Jara scratched his chin as he reached out and grabbed my breast through the white material that now struggled to contain it.

"W-What?" I stammered. Not at his roving hand but at my now large bust he was exploring. I was reasonably well endowed before but now I could barely see my feet, and my dress felt so tight it might rip at any moment. My head snapped to Serizenza in half surprise but deep down I was aware she may be capable of doing something like this. She can turn people and even parts of people to stone, she has been known to grow things with her magic. This was perhaps not beyond her power. The shock was more the blasphemy of it, tampering with the goddesses vision for us all. It was of course, not her fault, it was the man who still had not removed his hand from my breast who was to blame. Before I could berate him any more it was clear he was not done.

"Now for something more... miraculous.." Jara said turning back to Serizenza. "I command you to join the royal bloodline in all sexual feeling. Any time any of them feel anything sexual or erotic it is felt to all of them at once"

The absurdity of it made my jaw drop for a moment before I remembered I was about to talk down to him, the delay served to save him from my words altogether as the dizziness once again returned. The heat came back and spread over my skin from the inside out like loads of tiny pinpricks. It still was not painful, despite the power surging through my body and attempting to rewrite the make up of my very blood. I felt to my knees just as it was all over. The carpet stopped it's repeat attempts to leave my vision and my head was clear. Clear enough to remember what I was about to do.

"Man prisoner!" I cried without tact. "The royal family is blessed by the Goddess herself!" My fists were balled tightly at my sides as I raised my voice further. "Your insistence that Serizenza shouluhg" I moaned as pleasure rolled up my body from my clitoris. My eyes widen at the outburst. I looked down at my body. Then I felt it again, pleasure and sensation as if someone was performing a rather talented oral exploration of my most intimate area.

I staggered to the side and half sat on the bed. I looked once again at my own fully clothed body expecting to see someone there between my legs, but there was still just the three of us in the room. Another bolt of pleasure and I threw my head back.

"How is this happening?!" I demanded.

No one answered. Not Jara who had joined me on the bed, simply to continue furiously scribbling or Serizenza. Still blank and entranced despite just doing what I assumed was impossible.

"I suppose that daughter of yours is with one of her ladies in waiting right now." Jara smirked finally turning his head to me. He held eye contact for less than a second before my new heaving breasts took all of his attention.

"The...uuh" more pleasure hit me before I could finish my words.

"This will make things around here more interesting..." Jara's said as he never stopped staring at my chest, one hand returning to grope them again. "I suppose it wouldn't be fair to have it go all one way. Serizenza... Make the Queens breasts sensitive and have her lactate. "

As Jara never stopped looking at me his last command caught me by surprise as if it came from nowhere. The dizziness and heat returned, my fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly. A brief bought of double vision passed and I was left staring back at Jara. Again, his eyes were lower.

"Why?" Is all I asked. Was his experimentation and torment not yet enough I wondered.

"Well, this seems more fair..." He reached out and sank his fingers into the silk covering my bosom.

More pleasure. This time shooting out from my nipples and across my centre and down, then up to every corner of my body. I had to clamp my leg together to stop myself from permanently ruining the gown I wore with my own erotic discharge. I quickly found out that it was in vain. Two large wet patches spread out across my dress from each nipple.

"Fair for me I mean..." Jara considered the wetness on his palm as he finally let go of my body. "I too should be able to taste the bounty of what divinely blessed royalty is like. It would have the rest of the properties of your line... The best medicine a man could hope for, I wouldn't want sickness to get in the way of a good time now." His grin widened but vanish just as quickly. ..."But for now, I have work to do. Leave us. Your new... royal assets are distracting me."

Jara waved me off like a lowly servant. My legs were weak but I managed to stand, half powered by his command and half by my own desire to leave his terrible company. I made it to the door before he spoke once more. The pleasure between my legs had also passed. I assumed that my own orgasm must have disrupted the private moment between my daughter and her current lover if she too now felt everything I felt.

"Your daughter must be wondering what is happening to her during all this. go and inform her." Jara commanded. For once it was not something I thought was utterly moronic, yet it still did not give him the dignity of even a polite nod to indicate I heard him. "Oh and... make sure to tell her that I want her to get a good nice suck on those new milken nipples of yours"

I closed my eyes in disgust at the task now set out before me, hesitating for only a second before I started walking again back down the long stairs.

It had been a very tiring and even more troublesome day.

I looked at myself in the mirror as my lady in waiting brushed my hair with intense attention. I looked tired, more tired than usual. I still looked radiant compared to the common-folk or even some of the nobles but contrasting it with the familiar sigh of my own face in the mirror I could see it. My body ached, wrecked with pleasure it had felt in years, my new breasts had been making it difficult to focus on anything.

I needed sleep. At least tomorrow circumstances might change and I would have a better chance to return things to how they were. Perhaps I was merely deluding myself, either way I longed for the silken sheets that beckoned from my four-poster bed so invitingly.

"Will that be all Maam?" Iska said. She was young and eager to help. Perhaps a little to much as being one of my personal handmaidens had its opportunity. They thought of court politics instantly made me even more tired.

"No, that will be all. Thank you Iska" I waved her away as she gave a curtsy and backed away to leave the room.

The metal bed warmer had preheated the red silken sheets perfectly as I slipped in and laid my head on the pillow. It took me a second longer than usual to find comfort among the fabric. My new sensitive breasts hampering my efforts, but I soon found a way not to excite the nipples as they rubbed the sheets.

Finally I could just about drift off to...

Sensation. Feeling. On my lips. My eyes shot open.

My daughter was kissing or being kissed by someone. I licked my lips and resigned myself to the sensations. hoping it would pass briefly. When it got more intense I considered getting out of bed and ordering my daughter to stop her amorous liaison.

Phantom hands gripped my body as I instinctively twisted in bed to resist them. Whoever was with my daughter was very forceful. I flipped onto my front to bite the pillow as I felt fingers pull at my nipples and dig into my daughters flesh.

The hands went lower, sliding across my body and down my front. Fingers rubbed at my most intimate of areas as I arched my back. Then the skin around my hips felt the sliding of hands moving around, I could feel finger tips digging into the rump of my ass. Each cheek getting attention, then another sensation of someone licking her skin. Wet and cool at the same time.

Then it stopped. No feeling, no hands exploring as I lay alone in the private royal quarters. My heart was hammering in my chest. I was as far away from sleep as I could get, or at least I thought until it hit me. Entering my asshole with some ****. penetrating me deeply as my sphincter winked at nothing. I understood then, my daughter was not with some over eager courtier trying to make an impression. The man prisoner was with her, using her, taking her as he felt fit. As it stood, he was ramming her dick into both our holes at the same time and it hurt at lot. I couldn't help but half scream and half moan. Unsurprisingly it called the guards into the room.

They had their hands on their weapons as if ready to attack some intruder but only found myself. face down with my ass in the air in my bed rutting nothing. Iska was behind them, hurrying into the room.

"Your Highness?!" She was both shocked and confused. "Are you in distress?!"

"No ,please!" I scream. The pleasure was building making me frantic, my breasts were leaking again. "It's the m-man prisoner. He is with my daughter." I staggered out the words.

A moment pause between the women who came to my aid.

"Oh well, that cannot be helped." The first guard shrugged her shoulders and turned with her partner to resume guarding the hallway outside my room. The oaths to my safety meaning nothing to the whims of the man we held captive.

Iska took a step forward equally helpless but still eager to please.

"Was there anything else Your Highness?" She grinned hopefully as though I was not thrashing around in front of her.

It took me a while to even process her question. I wanted to scream even louder but the more I thought about it, this is probably what he wanted. It was at his request I received this new curse to my bloodline. He must know what effect this is having.

"No that.. Urgg." I squeezed the words out. "That will be all for. Uggah.. for now."

She again gave a polite curtsy and backed out of the room to leave me to my fate. Jara's pounding had picked up the pace and I could feel the weight and stain on my body as he came inside my daughter. The head and wetness sensations also filled me. My limbs with rigid and taught, my breast rubbing, driving myself and my daughter to equal heights as all three of us crescendoed.

Then it was over, no more did I feel the hands gripping me, but it was replaced with the now hot and thick air of my room. I slumped into my pillow in an very unregal and used position. My eyes rolled back into my head. The world went dark and I very quickly found the sleep I craved.

The room had a mood to it that I could feel in the air. Like a pressure that builds before a storm. It was a strategy room and was built for keeping track of the most important matters and is only used once a month in kingdom progress reports or an emergency. Banners and coats of arms covered the walls telling the story and history of the illustrious Alasitian military. Captain Saintaris was the usual person tasked with delivering the reports. With her still locked away under Jara's orders, this could only be an emergency of national security.

A quick glance to who was in attendance told me that was no simple matter. Alki was the most senior member of my armed forces here and head of the Order of the Vigilant, a few of Saintaris subordinates doing what they could in her absence with almost apologetic looks on their faces. I could not help but be weary around Alki as her current task of humiliating me was still in effect as far as I was aware, however that was only in front of the Man prisoner who was blissfully not present. I just had to hope it would stay that way. Before me stretched a map of my kingdom with wooden and stone models carved in different shapes placed on it like chess pieces symbolising my forces. My brow furrowed as I had some idea what this was about and I felt like my suspicions were going to be confirmed.

"Your highness..." Alki started with much reverence. No hint of the humiliation or disrespect she had put me through the last few days "... events are taking a critical turn. We would not have called this council had we been sure of the graveness of the danger to Alastia."

It was as I feared. I could see the blue pieces massed beyond our border on the map but to my surprise that was not even half the problems facing us this day. One of the soldiers approached the map and gave me a crisp salute with her hand on her shoulder.

"Estrgar of the First" She spoke loud and clear if a little nervous, this was the first time she has had to address me directly. I gave her the nod to continue. "As you know, just over a week ago Serizenza intervened in the conflict between the Hastalunans and the eastern raiders." She pointed to the map, tapping the southern mountains with a gauntlet. This event has had a knock on effect destabilising the region, both locally and further afield."

I had a sinking feeling that something like this would be the consequences of Jara's careless games but now was not the time to portion out blame, that was easy. I needed to deal with the problem.

"Explain." I ordered the soldier as she paused her sentence.

"Alastia has never fought outside it's borders in ****..." Alki jumped in. She was clearly the most confident and capable person in the room right now and I needed her frankness. "Now we have shown our willingness to strike first, other nations now perceive us as a threat more than ever. They have begun to unite and move against us. "

"In just a week?" I asked incredulous.

"They were always just looking for a reason and we presented them with a common enemy. " Alki pointed to the kingdoms to our northern border beyond the mountains. "It is only a matter of time before they send their combined armies against us and their timing could not be worse. With Serizenza out of action we are more **** than ever"

"Saintaris too" The soldier added, feeling for her imprisoned captain. I shared the sentiment. "and the problems her incarceration has given do not stop at our military readiness."

I saw where she was going with this and I now understood why she looked apologetic.

"Crime and disorder has risen on the streets of the capital. Without Saintaris keeping order.... There is only so much I-we could do. She was irreplaceable in her role."

"Truly..." I nodded, lamenting the fate of my prized captain.

"This disorder is unlike anything we have encountered before." Alki cut in once again with the critical details. "People have started to talk about the Prisoner we have. They are upset at the way we are holding him captive."

"How so?" I narrowed my eyes at Alki? "I do not believe we have mistreated him?"

"On the contrary Your Highness. " Alki explained. "They believe we give him too much leniency. They demand his execution."

"If only it were that easy..." My shoulders slumped as I sighed. "What drives them to such delusions?"

Alki paused as she considered the question and how best to answer.

"We are unsure but investigations by the order have shown conclusively that they come from citizens who have travel recently and returned to the city. We are investigating further but we believe some foreign influence his effected their minds as they were away. I..."

Alki paused for a moment before continuing as if to judge it worth bringing up.

"Was there something else?" I was very concerned about this. If something was happening out there to my people I wanted to know every detail.

"I have observed the same reservations in two of my agents recently returned from boarder patrols." Alki said with hesitancy.

"Your agents are compromised?" My concern grew.

"No your highness!" Alki snapped almost to attention. "I personally reminded them that our loyalty to the royal bloodline is absolute and nothing else. They reaffirmed their oaths and will not voice misgivings about our treatment of the prisoner again. "

I nodded slowly with a deep breath looking back to the crowded map of problems we face. More colourless small stones lined our board to the east making me squint at them with curious intent. Alki followed my gaze and explained.

"Serizenza." She started. "She did not stop with destroying the armies threatening Hastaluna, she attacked their homelands as well. I've been told the devastation is widespread and we have reports of refugees attempting to cross the border. A guild by the name of Ohulad who was operating in the area has seen an opportunity and has moved increased operations to the eastern border."

A guild conducting operations such as this was not unprecedented, but when I looked Alki in the eyes I could tell that she had yet to tell me the real problem.

"There are scattered reports, I've yet to confirm them but bandits have been raiding the relief trains. They have requested military aid. At this time, I do not know if we can spare anything... which leads us to the final issue. Hastaluna"

I rose my eyebrow at the name. The nation had just failed to **** us and we had captured their operative. I thought about her words for a second more.

"You think they would try again?" I asked.

"More over, Your Highness." Alki corrected me. "Our worries are that we do not know just how they breeched our defences in the first place. The Prisoner Jara was stopped but it showed a vital weakness we were not aware of. If the nation decided that our end was the goal instead of Jara's frivolous flights of fancy..." Alki trailed off to let me think about the implication. I steepled my hands together in thought. This was a mess and I could feel every pressure hitting my country from every side. I needed to act, decisively. My country need strong leadership at this moment and it was my duty to provide it. I took a deep breath to give my first command.

"What's going on in here?!" The unmistakable masculine voice of Jara rang out across the strategy room.

There was a flash of light across my vision making me blink, I looked down to see my silken dress split open and my naked enlarged breasts spill out of its pearly bodice. Alki's lightening quick hand found my nipple and twisted. I yelped in pain and ecstasy, milk spurted out across the map in front of me. My legs lost all strength as I fell forward across the map sending the little wood figures flying.

No one made a move to help me, their Queen, that turned to a jabbering drooling wreck in front of them all.

"You!" Jara snapped, ignoring Alki's actions which just humiliated me solely for his benefit. "Tell me what's going on here."

Estrgar was much more casual talking to Jara than she was with me, even though this was a secret meeting that no one who is unauthorised should have access to.

"Its a crisis meeting. We were informing the Queen about threats to the nation." She shrugged at him.

"Threats?" Jara seemed concerned. "What threats?" His gaze was intense and focused as if he himself was the one being threatened.

I felt Alki shift next to me. Her years of espionage and secrecy giving way to Jara's request for information in an instant.

"The Northern nations have united and are poised to attack. Without Saintaris or Serizenza they pose a significant threat."

"Do they now?!" Jara scoffed but underlying his tone was a simmering rage. He turned to Serizenza next to him. She was still lifeless, her attention fixed to the opposite empty wall. "I will deal with any armies that dare to threat this city. It is mine. They may not have it." A smile crept on his lips as he look back to the table.

Despite myself flopping onto the surface and making a mess, it was clear to Jara that there was many issues at play here.

"We were also discussing the cities law an order problem." Alki added with her cold indifference.

"Why? What's wrong with the city?" Jara was once again on edge.

"You. Mainly" Estrgar stated casually to the man.

"What?" Jara suddenly looked worried. "Tell me everything!"

"Women new to the city or have been travelling have been sowing discontent that a man is loose in the palace. Things are under control now but if more people join their voices riots could break out without Saintaris to keep order." Alki was straight to the point.

Jara eyes shot back and forth as her scanned the ground in thought.

"Of course. How could I have over looked that?!" Jara's balled fist swiped at the air as he chastised himself shaking his head looking at the board. "As long as I have Serizenza, I can fix this"

"That is part of the problem" Estrgar cut into Jara's mutterings. "You sending Serizenza out to blow up half the countries is causing all kinds of complications out there. "

"Like what?" Jara asked defiantly.

"See this stream of people coming into our country here..." Estrgar thumped the table with her gauntlet so hard it shook. "Those people bring money and possessions with no protection. Easy pickings for bandits and they are thriving. They even say the Vipers out there. We just don't have the combat readiness to deal with that!"

"So? Any problem the Guard can not deal with Serizenza can stop no problem." Jara rolled his eyes unimpressed.

"She did not stop you." Alki took a step forward countering Jara's argument.

"That..." Jara pointed is finger up as if he was going to argue back but stopped as a thought hit him. He gave the map another glance. "...That is a good point." He nodded finally casting his eyes back to his home country and now seeing even more unknown threat markers tracing the southern border. "I will have to deal with Orisata at some point, when he learns of what I did here... that old wrinkled..."

Jara stopped his train of thought and started a new one. "Perhaps diplomacy is in order. Maybe if I give him something he wants he will come to see things my way." Jara was looking down at me like a farmer does before he slaughters livestock and it put me on edge as I continued to try and collect myself. My weak limbs pushing against the map as I hauled myself up.

"I, Jara the great will solve these problems. Just watch." Jara took two paces back as he announced to the room. "First off. Discontent you say? Not happening in my city!" Jara was walking around the room now like a self important peacock. "Serizenza. Create more controller jewels! Bound to me!"

There was a buzz in the air as the entranced sorceress conjured up several hundred controller jewels no bigger than a pea above her head. Jara plucked one out the air and walked over to Alki who was taken aback at the spectacle.

"Those are a secret. And so many! How did you-" she started but Jara cut her off.

"Take these jewels and insert them into everyone who has spoken against me or was away from the city while the eclipse was happening... " Jara dropped the thing into Alki's awaiting hands. "...and post guards on the gates. Make sure no one gets in without being seeded."

"Yes, of course..." Alki agreed to his bidding without protest. "...But how did you know of-"

"Oh and forget you ever saw me do that or that there are controller jewels around. Follow that order subconsciously." Jara cut her off a second time.

"-the control..." Alki's eyes glazed over briefly and she shook her head. She did not continue with her questions but simply gave a salute to myself and Estrgar and left the room as her legs took her away without her noticing.

"There will be no more trouble in this city. That is a command." Jara turn and looked at Serizenza as if she was the one who could carry out his will, her eyes still glowed faintly for a second as if to humour him.

"Now that loose end is squared..." Jara looked at the map once more. "If the armies of the North wish to test me they will feel Serizenza's wrath and I will not stop at just their armies, she will set their cities ablaze and destroy anyone who dares to stop me." Jara turn to Serizenza once again. "The moment one soldier crosses Alastia's border you are to deal with them as such."

Serizenza did not speak a word or acknowledge anything however Jara was still satisfied with her lack of response.

"There! That wasn't so difficult. Borders secure on all side and discontent is quelled. Being a king is not so hard." Jara's smug satisfaction radiated off him like a bad smell even when he turned to leave the operations room. I looked back to the board, so many pieces cast aside and 'dealt with' in his own way. I was angry at him. Angry for the audacity at which he assumes rulership and the disregard for the complications of decisions made. He was so reckless he didn't even address all the issues. I struggled to stand and call after him, to do something to damage that intolerable ego.

"Jara of Hastaluna!" I shouted.

Jara turned and regarded me with a confused expression as if there could possibly be anything more to say.

"What?" He spat.

"You forgot the bandit threat outside our walls. How do you intend to deal with them?" I challenged.

"Bandits?" Jara shut his eyes as if I offended him. "I don't have time for such petty problems outside our walls. What is a few desert rats going to do?" Jara turned away dismissing my issue with his flippant disregard.

The room was once again silent and I was left looking at the spoiled map, the only thing left standing was one small piece out in the desert. Its jade surface etched into the shape of a snake.

My heels clicked down the hall with quite the pace. It had been days since Jara had interrupted our crisis meeting in the operations room and life at the Palace has changed more than it has in two hundred years. I knew Jara had summoned me to the main hall and yet again I was scurrying around like a maid to the whim of a prisoner. I finally arrived at the great hall and shifted my shoulder. I felt someone gently caressing my left breast which I did my best to ignore, even as it made me twitch.

Usually my servants open doors for me but something was different today, the main door stay closed and it dawned on me that I was expected to push them open myself. I would have refused, but my body did not let me. The summon from Jara moved my limbs to comply whether I did so on purpose or not.

The doors creaked ajar and I slipped through the gap into the main hall. Courtiers lined the side as if court was in session but no event had been scheduled to my knowledge. In the center of the room sat Jara on my throne that had been moved from its usual spot. That would have been the largest annoyance if it were not for my daughter sitting on Jara's lap, his hand idly squeezing her left breast. She was no longer struggling or looking as unhappy as I would however. She was actively smiling and giggling as she nuzzled up against the man's neck. The spectacle of it made my stomach turn. That she would do such a thing willingly in front of all in attendance was unthinkable.

"Conseta!" I hissed at my daughter. " Show some decorum.

"No, no." Jara raised his hand to object. "This one is changed now. I grew tired of cold shoulders so I brainwashed her to love me more than life itself." Jara turned and grinned at my daughter as she beamed back at him, totally ignoring his words of brainwashing her.

I grimaced at the sight of it. As much as I disapproved of his actions, if it was what he wanted then it shall be.

"I have decided a lot of things are in need of change..." Jara added as he looked at me with a self superior look. "I took control of Serizenza at first but it is clear to me that a more direct approach is needed."

Jara was monologuing to himself again, only this time I paid attention. Things were different, I could feel it. The elite royal guards uniform had changed to something much less practical and revealing. Even the pattern they arranged themselves around the great hall had changed, putting Jara at the centre of their defence instead of myself.

"From now on. I Jara the Great am the ruler of Alastia." He decree shook my world and I felt sick just hearing it, yet I could not deny his words. My title and legacy. One Thousand years of unbroken Alastian royal bloodline was supplanted in an instant.

"I shall mould this city into something that far more reflects my whims." Jara continued.

My head was spinning. I was hoping against hope that things would improve. That this troublesome prisoner would take his fill and perhaps blend into the background as an annoyance but now he seeks to take over. As much as I willed my body and mind to reject his words they could not. A numb calm washed over me as I accepted his new reality.

"You are to be a king?" I asked, my voice wavered somewhat at the implication of my position .

Jara smiled and scratched the stubble on his chin once again. "Yes, in a manner." Jara's gaze wistfully looked around the great hall. "It may be prudent to keep the details of this countries new power structure to the palace for now. Who knows how others outside my influence might react." Jara looked at me directly. "Speaking of which... my home country of Hastaluna concerns me. Greatly."

I was confused. After all he had claimed, such a small nation does not pose a threat to us. Did he know something about our small neighbour I did not know?

"The Power of the moons cannot be surpassed. Even by the Gods." Jara explained. "Orisata, the head of the council of the moon and leader of Hastaluna may not let things stand as they are now."

"Did you not send Serizenza out to destroy the enemies assailing them? " I asked confused. "It was the start of the problems we face today."

"That you might think.." Jara half agreed. "... but I know Orisata and he cares to much for those not in his own charge. He might take issue with my new... ascendency. Move against me. I cannot have that"

I did not believe him. It sounded absurd that a Man would help us out of the goodness of his heart. However, it still gave Jara issue to worry about his home country as a rival and I did not doubt man's lust for power.

"This is where you are to be used." Jara pointed at me as I stood before him.

"Used?" I asked in shock. The word 'used' made me feel as if I were a tool to be discarded away after its function.

"You are to travel to Hastaluna. Meet with Orisata and deliver my terms." Jara informed me.

I felt the urge to reject his request but it passed instantly as I nodded in affirmation.

"What are your terms?" I asked, at least a diplomatic mission is not too far beyond the station I once held.

"Do not interfere with my rule or control over Alastia. I have claimed this country forever more and will do as I see fit..." Jara stated clearly.

My eye twitched at his words. My country, my world being brought down without a sword being swung. Unfortunately, Jara had not finished.

"Tell him I present the deposed High Queen of Alastia as a gift, so that he may stay behind his borders happy and content." Jara nodded along to his own words.

"You.. I?" I had memorised the message but the implications still left me reeling.

"That's right." Jara's trade mark sly grin came back to his lips. "You are to serve him in any way he sees fit. Every little suck and pleasure he wants. service the wrinkled old body as his personal concubine. "

The crowd of courtiers around us broke out in hushed murmurs and shock. I blushed at the thought of it and had to swallow hard not to throw up.

"If that is what you want..." I choked out the same line I had said one hundred times before over the past weeks. Always honestly. Always earnestly. "When am I to depart?"

Jara took one long look at me as I stood before him. I held my head high in hopes of retaining my dignity. Or at least what ever was left of it after Jara's time here at the palace. Jara's gaze was almost wistful. As if he was sorry to see me go.

"You leave immediately!" Jara snapped out of what ever thought he had. Snatching the confidence to send me away while it was with him.

"Very well." I nodded. "I shall gather my ladies in waiting for the journey and address the Order for the mission."

"No." Interrupted Jara. "Just you. I am just loosing you. The agents are mine now. Everyone is mine."

I shot a look back at him like he was insane.

"I am to walk to Hastaluna?" My sarcasm died a little in my throat as it occurred to me that maybe that is what he wants. The thought of hiking up the mountains on foot in nothing but my silk finest made me wince.

"Hmm.. No. I suppose not." Jara explained. "You may take the royal carriage. I care not for such a gaudy thing."

For the first time since I arrived in the hall a little hope entered my heart.

"And what of my safety? There is talk of bandits on the south road." If Jara wanted this mission to be successful, I couldn't be robbed and killed on the way to my destination. "I would need a company of-"

"NO." Jara said plainly. "Far too many."

"Then a simple escort duty of a score of -" I requested.

"No, I am loosing far too much on just a peace gesture. " Jara once again denied my request. "You can get maybe one guard if it will stop your bleating. An ugly one." Jara waved his hand dismissively.

"Two perhaps. That is all I request." I bartered as best I could for my safety.

"Fine." Jara agreed. "But pick quickly. I am running out of patience."

Two guards. Just two guards to take with me to Hastaluna. I would have taken Saintaris in a heart beat if I suspected he would have let me. However, my time in the dungeon told me that she is his most coveted possession, perhaps even more than Serizenza herself. I thought of what Saintaris would advise in this situation. If I could not have her, she would send the two she spoke highly of with me. Yes I remember their names now.

"I choose Estragar and Gallama as my escort" I informed him.

Jara raised his eye brows as he thought about the prospect. "Fine. They are not particularly ravishing, agreed. "

The two soldiers were present and marched to my side for the trip. Their weapons held tightly in their hands.

I looked around the room one final time. Knowing I would probably never see this place or any of the people here again. Perhaps a goodbye speech to my people would be fitting. I took a step forward and took a deep breath.

"Ladies of the court, my people, it has been an honour dedicating my life to your service. " I started, looking from one face to the next.

Jara had grown bored and was talking to my daughter on my lap as I spoke. I will miss her more than anyone else.

"For generations, my bloodline had served the Goddesses will to the best of our auuk-" I was cut short by a disgusting taste and something filling my mouth.

I raised my hand to my lips but nothing was there. I turned to look at Jara and saw my daughter on her knees with his disgusting male phallus between her lips as she bobbed her head up and down.

"I ouh ooo gah" I tried to speak again but my mouth failed to form the words as my lips fell the phantom object between them. A line of drool leaked from the side of my mouth as I feebly tried one more time. The shocked gasps from the courtiers made my face go red with embarrassment. This was not the respectful goodbye speech I hoped for.

I covered my mouth to hide my shame and turned and left the great hall for what I assumed was the last time. Perhaps the most undignified exit of my reign here was also my last. My thoughts tumbled through my head as I walked down the great halls for the last time. My hand not leaving my mouth as I could still feel Jara's Male appendage squirming around in there. This was my life now. Even though I would be far from Jara, I would still feel his touch through my daughter. I walked though the great main doors of the palace to the steps leading down to a waiting carriage. I had no time to pack or even say goodbye. In an instant I had been thrown out like a beggar and exiled. I took one last look at my palace, Jara's palace as Estragar and Gallama got into position on the coaches driving seat and drove the horse onwards without a word.

The Journey to Hastaluna took two days including the steep accent after we got over the boarder. It was a strange feeling leaving the country I was born to rule. Not only had I not left the country before, the reports of bandits south of the capital put me on edge as we travelled through the desert. My eyes scanning the horizon for threats which thank the Goddess did not appear.

It would seem that Iska had managed to supply the carriage with food and water before we departed. My dear sweet Iska, as much as her over eagerness for royal favour bothered me, I appreciated her now and missed her more than ever. It was enough to share with Estragar and Gallama as I worried about their wellbeing exposed to the sun, unlike myself in the shade of the carriage. They had refused until we passed out of bandit country. Their job of keeping me safe taking every ounce of their being and attention.

We were in Hastaluna now. High, cold and most importantly safe, as I was informed. The town we rolled into was apparently the capital of the whole country. Small cottage like dwellings dotted the mountain side with a large open and straight gravel path leading up the middle.

Our arrival caused quite the stir, as people came out and formed a crowd to gawk at the ornate golden carriage of Alsatian royalty. We came to a stop in what I assumed was the town square. A large open space with many of the large buildings around it in a ring.

Gallama hopped down from the carriage and opened the door for me. Estragar readied her weapon to sell her life to save me if the crowd was hostile.

I looked out at the crowd gathered and understood her caution. There were men here. Many of them, just as many as the women. They all looked at me with a kind of confused anticipation.

The crowd parted and an old man slowly hobbled past everyone to the front in an effort to greet me. The way the crowd reacted to him I assumed this must be their leader, Orisata that Jara spoke of. A brief appraisal of the man made me second guess my knowledge of men. That they were all strong brutes that were to be feared, but this man in front of me, under his long white beard looked as if even my daughter could snap him in half as frail as he was. I still had to confirm this was indeed who a am to spend the rest of my life serving, although from the looks of him perhaps his life would not be that long.

"Are you Orisata? The ruler of all Hastaluna?" A asked the hunched man in front of me. With my head held high and posture I towered above him.

"Ruler? Well.. yes of a fashion." He sounded confused like he had no idea what was happening or who I even was. Before he could even ask the question of my identity I threw myself to my knees prostrate. Offering myself to him.

"The Great ruler of Alastia offers you peace in exchange for this simple gift. The EX High Queen of Alastia . Kesirea Eleaie. " I was direct and frank as I could be. If he had questions I would answer them but I suspect as a man there was only one thing running through his bruteish skull right now.

However, as I studied his eyes waiting for whatever terrible whim he would bid me to do I saw understanding dawn on him. As if assembling a great puzzle that he only found the pieces to moments ago. His confusion vanished and was not replace with lustful mirth or even a satisfied smile. A sadness took him, his features sagging down on his face as he regarded me on the floor in front of him. Then the unmistakable emotion of pity above all else.

"Oh Jara..." He breathed in a defeated tone. "....What have you done?"