Royal Decree

For a few seconds, the princess stood silent, a look of disbelief marring her exquisite features. She opens her mouth but quickly snaps it shut. A tense silence falls over the room for nearly a minute before princess bows her head in defeat.

"By your command your majesty," the princess said with a curtsey, "I shall treat him as my own husband."

"Whom you love," the queen added.

"Whom I love," the princess added through gritted teeth.

"Excellent," the queen added, "Oh and incidentally, I will inspect him in three days' time, and if he has so much as a bruise I will disown you."

The princess turned red at that last statement and opened her mouth to speak again but the Queen had already turned and started to walk away.

In a voice dripping with rage, the princess turns her attention on you, "Follow me, my beloved." Without sparing you a second glance she turned and began striding across the room. Not knowing what else to do you followed the princess with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Exiting the main ballroom you walked down a series of hallways until you found yourself standing beside the princess in front of a large wooden door guarded by two massive women in full plate armor, the one on the left had a wicked-looking ax and the other had a long curved sword strapped to her hip. They saluted the princess but said nothing before turning their attention to the door.

The doors made a deep grinding sound as they swung open, revealing a large and brightly lit foyer. The room was beautifully furnished with deep pile carpets and a massive, ornate table surrounded by four high back chairs. At the far end of the table was a massive, nearly throne-like, armchair. No doubt this was the princess's personal meeting room.

What caught your eye though was the scene that was playing out immediately in front of the table. A short, soft-looking man lay on the ground, gagged and bound by his wrists to an iron ring. Straddling him and riding with a slow and steady rhythm was a lithe raven-haired beauty, small, petite even, she stood in stark contrast to the well endowed Amazon's you'd met up to this point. Yet despite her size, she exudes a sense of danger that overshadowed even that of the furious princess.

"I didn't realize you had returned Cassandra," the princess stated, folding her arms beneath her ample bosom, "did you not depart just last week with orders not to return until you had eliminated a certain... problem?"

Cassandra slowed her rocking, and without a sound climbed off the bound man. You looked down as the cock emerged from beneath the sheer black dress that she still wore and were shocked at its size. No more than two-three inches long and no thicker than your thumb.

Without saying a word Cassandra walked over to one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the table and picked up a melon-sized sack. She quickly untied the sack and spilled its contents on the floor directly in front of the princess.

You were horrified at what you saw. Staring back up at you was the severed head of a woman, eyes glazed over and with a look of shock and horror permanently etched onto her face.

You looked back to the princess to see how she would react and you saw that a massive grin had split her face. "Well done," the princess practically crooned, "very well done indeed." She turned to you, taking in your look of disgust and asked mockingly, "Does this shock you male? I know that how easily offended the delegate sense of some men can be and I wouldn't want to upset someone so... dear to my heart."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at that last statement but said nothing. The princess turned to the assassin, "You've done well Cassandra, and you will be rewarded accordingly, but I have other business that needs attending too right now." She continued, "take this, male... and the head... and leave me for now. I'll summon you first thing in the morning."

With a deep bow, Cassandra unshackled the man and with a shocking amount of strength for someone so small she crouched down and threw him across her back. The man groaned slightly but was silent otherwise. With her free hand, she picked up the severed head and quickly exited through a room off to the side.

The princess turned her attention back to you. "Now where were we?" She asked