Prince Bale

The guards stood proudly waitinng patiently for the new prince to arrive. Marissa screamed in false agony at your birth for the sake of appearances.

The crown prince waited behind his "father" for his brother's arrival into this world. Finally you were born and a slap from the wetnurse stirred you up. Making you cry and wince at the pain.

She muttered approvingly at the reaction. From there you were handed to your mother who grinned sinisterly unerving you. She stroke your skull gently. In a whisper no one could hear your mother spoke haunting words. You would vaguely remember them in your nightmares many years later....

11 years later...

Marissa watched her young boy playing in the meadow from a palanquin sitting on a hill. Next to the Queen sat her demonic sister in possession of the body of Countess Wilfired a red haired beauty. Whom the Queen publically trusted as a confident and a high ranking member of her court.

On the other side sat her other sister. A succubi who was in possession a body of a young blonde human maiden. The vessel she currently held was formed in the womb of her sworn enemy Jean Vanhilde a prominent lady knight and Paladin of the court. Many years ago Eleanor sought to take vengeance against Jean. Thus the young succubi swore an oath that the Paladin's lineage would end with her.

She casted a dangerous hex that would assure that Jean would never bear a child of her own blood. The price of the magic cost Eleanor her physicial form and most of her magical power.

In the end Eleanor was reborn using Jean's womb as a tool with Jean none the wiser of her bloodline's fate. The parents were taken by delight with their new "daughter" Eleanor as their child inspite of Jean being left barren afterwords.

Overtime concerns were raised by her blonde hair by nobles. Dark whispers were made that Jean was barren or that Eleanor's father was unfaithful. The accusations and rumors running wild of Eleanor's legitimacy had ruined her husband's health killing him. After hearing of this King Bryce made a law on behalf of his brother who was Jean's husband. No one ever spoke of those rumors again.

Eleanor's reputation in the noble circles was that of a meek innocent young blonde maiden with luscious green eyes. Who also regularly attended the temple as per her mother's wishes. Many would call her cute, adorable, and a little dim. Her majorly reduced reflexes and occasional stuttering has done little help in supporting any opinion that says otherwise.

Once Eleanor used to be a powerful succubi nearing Marissa's level. Another time the succubus would have posed a serious threat to her rule. But, Eleanor's little vendetta had cost her the original demonic body she had. And then being purified and blessed as a baby by a Priestess had left her near powerless.

Honestly at best Eleanor could be mistaken as a half blood rather than a full blooded demon. Still, alone she was closer to the throne than Bale being his first cousin and she was older by seven years.

Marissa questioned if she should marry her sister to her second son. It seemed like a good idea they had often discussed her plans for her youngest son and Eleanor found the cruelty planned for him immensely amusing.

The Queen still hadn't decided who she wanted to marry her son. And Eleanor could be a major threat if she managed to play her cards smart. It made her uneasy not knowing if she should keep Eleanor close or distant.

She rubbed her head in thought before looking at her desk again noticing the letters.

The Queen gained a cruel smirk. "I could also give him to the Beastfolk Mouse Princess Woelett. The men of that race have similarly genitals to my husband. And the women there are already used to their men's shortcomings. It would be such a shame if he came to expect love and acceptance only for Woelett to become a wanton whore to his brother's huge cock on their wedding night."

"At the very least it's a good option." Winifred admitted fanning herself as she continued. "Although the Light Elves of Cinar have sent a missive as well. They also wish to form an alliance through marriage. Their offered princess Luitte is promising and intelligent, but young. She could be used as an political tool for your agendas."

Marissa tapped her finger at the table in thought. She liked the idea a lot. The Light Elves were a major thorn for Demon-kind for thousands of years. If The princess could be controlled....

"But," Marissa's eyes began to narrow at the interruption coming from her sister Eleaenor.

She sipped at her Green Tea before continuing. "I've heard Luitte is a young lady of procedure and manner. She may not succumb to your firstborn's advances out of her sheer pride .. "

"So it's a possible advantage that comes with a risk. If I want to avoid their gaze altogether it would be best not to have one of their princesses here." Marissa concluded with a frown.

"Then perhaps the Du'umarian Elves would suit your tastes more. They offer their most wanton Princess as an offering of joy and pleasure." Winifred offered neutrally.

Marissa gained a perverse smile at the memories she made at their cities. "Ah indeed. They pledged their entire race to the goddess of adultery and lust five thousand years ago."

Eleanor smirked at the thought. "Cu'mala's hold on their race is very strong. And behind the scenes as demons we share many similar values. Perhaps we could alliance with them through marriage using your second born?"

The Demonic Queen mulled over the decision. She bit her lips in frustration there were so many options. Then a dark glint shone in the Queen's eyes and in that moment her son's fate was sealed.

[ All the candidates are at the same age as Eleanor. Someone pick up these storylines if you want to do it...]