King of Feconde

Preparations were being made for the king’s visit. My halls were kept in pristine condition, and my cellars were stocked with wine, particularly a vintage that king Biche preferred. My security was tightened, I wasn't expecting him to be a danger to my kingdom, but I thought it best to show him the might of the wolvir army.

Kali was now apart of it, having served under one of my generals, and she showed that she was a capable fighter when it came to participating in wolvir wars. She had become a captain of one of the regiments, and even though she was a human, thanks to my blessing, the wolvir followed her orders. On occasion she would be given the role of guarding my chambers, which would actually end up with us in bed.

Bee was now apart of the infirmary of Luna Peak, tendering to the wounded wolvir there. And was my personal nurse whenever I became injured, which didn’t happen too often. And of course, those moments she would clean my wounds, would cause us to end up in bed too.

Today was the day that I expected king Pierre Biche of the Feconde kingdom to arrive here in Luna Peak. He was to travel by ship and sail across the sapphire coasts to reach a harbour town that I ruled over. He would then take a wagon and traverse through the snow for a few hours to reach Luna Peak.

I learned more of this Frens king. I found out that he has a long lineage that has ruled over his large kingdom for many generations. The Biche kingdom is classed as the unrivalled and most cardinal of all the kingdoms in the Frens. They own the most land, possess the most wealth and are renowned for their navel capabilities, as well as claiming to have the greatest and most gallant knights in all of the realms. All the other kingdoms within the Frens are known as petty-kingdoms. The name Biche and its head of house, and even the heirs carry its own weight, proving that they are a **** to be reckoned with. The only kingdom that may stand up to the same reputation, is that of king Sebastian and Harold, who I had fought for in my past. But it would only be if both of their kingdoms combined to match against the Biche kingdom.

I dressed myself in regal attire, a smart shirt that only just contained my muscular physique. Elle also dressed herself in an exquisite dress befitting for royalty. An emerald green one, like the majority of her dresses, hugged her curvy figure. Perhaps she was making a show of flaunting her beauty to my possible suitor.

One of my guard knocked on my chamber door, a loud rapping echoed through the room. I answered and saw a wolvir outfitted with smithed steel armour from the mines that previously belonged to Steelton.

“My king.” She said as he gave a bow out of respect. “The Frens king’s wagon has been seen on the horizon. He is expected here soon.”

“Good.” I said. “Amass my retinue in the throne room.”

He gave another bow and went to complete the task I had given him.

“So, they’re almost here?” Elle asked me. She was finishing styling her hair in front of her mirror.

“It appears so.” I said to her.

“I’ve heard rumours of this king’s daughter. They say she is beautiful, the most beautiful in all of her lands.”

“Is that so.” I imagined of what she looked like. “We should make our way to the throne room.”

“Wait!” Elle shouted out. She rushed to me, throwing her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately, and I cupped her ass and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll be down in a minute, but I wanted to give you that to remind you.”

“Remind me?” I asked.

“I’m still your first mate.” She whispered. “I know what a wolvir must do. Have many bitches, and in your case, many mates.”

She was understanding what I was thinking, that I was already contemplating and deciding in accepting the marriage proposal from king Biche.

I left her to finish, and entered the throne room where I sat upon my throne. Elle was a few minutes after and sat next to me of her smaller throne, indicating her position as my queen. She placed her hands on her lap and sat up straight, her bust pronounced outwards.

After relaxing in the throne room for what must have been half an hour, a guard entered and announced the arrival of king Biche and his daughter.

My retinue stood to attention, and focused their eyes on the large doors at the end of the room. They opened and at least eight knights, fully armoured with helmets covering their faces marched inside. On their breast plate, the crest of Biche was adorned. It was a white doe, on a green and purple field, the crest was in the shape of an escutcheon, a shield.

The knights made a two lines and each faced each other, creating a gangway for someone to walk down.

Who I could only assume was the king, entered through the doors. He was wearing a crushed velvet purple robe, that covered his wool clothing underneath that helped combat the cold weather of these lands.

He was a stocky man, standing just over six foot, and he had dark medium length hair that was peppered with grey, and a big wiry beard that also showed grey hairs intertwined with is dark hair. His attire had a light blanket of fallen snow on them, but had now started to melt when inside from the heat of the throne room. He stood tall, his posture could be seen as intimidating to a normal person, but to a wolvir, it showed his prowess. This was a man to be respected, and I couldn’t help but have some for him, even before conversing with him.

A small retinue followed him, all wrapped up with warm coats and blankets, some of their faces obscured as they kept their hoods up.

The king strode through the gangway created by his knights, his gaze on me sitting on my throne. My guards that were situated a few feet from me kept vigilant. I waved them off, sensing no threat from him, this was not a show of ****. His knights were being respectful of their king, and demonstrating what they do for him. They appeared to be loyal, and ready to support and serve him.

The king’s retinue stayed back near the entrance. The people gathered waited patiently for the command of their king. Some of them shivered and others hugged and rubbed their bodies for warmth.

“King Fen!” He bellowed to me. “Of the wolvir kingdom. Thank you for accepting us in your home.” The king spoke in an accent that I had not heard in these lands, it seemed to be common in the Frens.

“You’re welcome, king Biche.” I said to him. “My hospitality is at your disposal. You will want for nothing here, I guarantee it.”

“Very kind of you.” He laughed out. “I look forward to what wolvir have to offer.”

“Was your journey well?” I asked him.

“Nothing to complain about.” Said the king. He brushed off the snow from his shoulders and beard.

“Good.” I said. “A feast has been prepared for your arrival. I am confident that you will approve.”

“I’m famished. But first.” He ushered one of his retinue that was at the entrance to the throne room. “The reason we are here.”

A figure broke from the small crowd of people, and walked down the gangway. The lone person was dressed in a heavy looking grey furred cloak, the hood was pulled over their head to cover their face. I couldn’t make out any features on this unidentified human that took slow and controlled steps to king Biche.

The hooded human stopped at the side of the king, looking down and not making eye contact with anyone.

“I present to you my daughter.” The king announced. “Isabelle.”