Queen Xira of the Amazons

In the streets of Mirantia, a large caravan of nobles were making their way towards the castle gates. The two young princes of the land had just come of age and were now looking for worthy suiters to rule by their side. Each carriage within the caravan carried at least one young noble lass or a fair princess to be courted by one of the young princes, each groomed and trained to be proper young ladies and loyal wives.

As the ornate and glamorous carriages made their way through the city with their honor guard carrying their nation's or house's colors, one charge stood out from the rest. While most of the houres drawn carriages were accompanied by male honor guards, one that was attended by four strong and beautiful women. Like the male honor guards, the armor looked like it was mostly for display as opposed to fighting. The upper part of their armor was made of a golden plat that covered the middle of the body but breast but left their shoulders and busts exposed. On the lower part of the body was a visible red skirt covered by gold and white tassels. On their feet was a pair of knee-high plated boots, and on their wrists were a pair of golden gantlets. Finally, on their shoulders, they wore a pair of plated shoulder pads with a red cape latched to the back.

The carriage they were accompanying belonged to Queen Xira, the young ruler of the Amazons of Accor. Crowned at the age of seventeen after her mother's untimely **** at the hands of Nordic raiders, she has come to Miriantia in search of allies and possibly a mate. Now at the age of eighteen, the young tan-skinned woman was dressed in a thin red silk dress that left her navel, cleavage, and left leg exposed, along with a golden neckless with a red gem inside, golden bracelets around her wrist, and the Queen’s band in her raven black hair.

As the carriage rolled through town, Xira sat cross-legged, rested her chin on her hand, and looked out the window as the crowd of people gawked at the guards accompanying her. “You’d think they’ve never seen an Amazon before,” Xira muttered.

“They probably haven’t,” said a lovely woman sitting across from her. Unlike the Amazon, she was slender and far with golden blond hair, a white silk dress with a single strap, and a gold medallion hanging from her neck. “The main land’s women tend to be soft and frail,” she continued, "While Accorian women are strong and powerful. It also doesn’t help that most depictions of amazons are of tribble warriors that wear little to no clothing. You can thank the Daughters of Lycan for that. It’s possible that the people of this land expected your honor guard to reflect your more tribal fallowers.”

“So, to dispel this believe about my people, you have their queen dress up in a revealing silk gown.” The young queen then turned to the woman and let out a long sigh, “Laoda, must I wear this dress? Why can’t I wear my dress armor?”

Laoda chuckled, “Sorry, my queen, but how do you think it would look it the Queen of Accor marched in dressed in full armor accompanied by a small band of warriors? You are here to find allies and a mate, not fight a war. The Queendom needs an heir, and you need someone to help protect the land while we rebuild our military. More importantly, you need to convince the people of this land that the large army of amazon youths currently approaching the mainland isn’t looking for a fight but someone to mate with.” Laoda paused and thought for a moment. “Okay, technically they are looking for a fight as your people love to test a man's strength first in single combat before they spread their legs, but my point is It will be much harder to convince a king of your noble intentions when you’re armed to the teeth.”

“Will they even let my sisters search for mates in their land?” Xira asked her, “From what I hear, women in armor is considered to be a form of taboo here. Maybe we should go to one of the Nordic tribes.”

“And risk running into the one that killed your mother?” asked Laoda.

Xira glared at her, “If we run across the men that killed my mother, then it would be a gift from the gods as they would now be within reach of my mother’s sword.”

Laoda let out a long sigh, “Xira, you can't simply charge into battle without the aid of another army while yours is still recovering. I’m sorry, your highness, but you need to think diplomatically first before setting out on a quest for vengeance. Trust me, this is the best course of action. As for convincing the king of this land into letting your warriors’ mate here,” a broad and playful grin then spread across Laoda’s lips, “The only thing more legendary than the Amazons fighting skills are the climaxes they provide to the men they find worthy. If the king of this land turns your sisters away, his men will probably rebel.”

Xira chuckled at the thought of a horde of angry and horny men demanding their king's head on a plate simply because he said that an army of young and beautiful women couldn't come to their lands. “True," she said, smirking, "Some men will risk **** to bed an amazon, and those same men often die at the hands of an amazon.”

“Yes, I will make sure that the king knows about how amazons find mates before he aggresses,” Laoda said with a playful grin, “Otherwise, our sisters might just whip out the entire male population.” The carriage slows to a stop, followed by the sound of one of Xira’s guards stepping off of her horse. A short time later, the carriage door opened, revealing Xira’s general.

“Your highness,” said the general with a bow, “If you would follow me inside. The presentation is about to begin.” The middle-aged woman had slightly lighter skin than Xira along with lighter hair, though it was mostly due to her age. She had a bit more muscle than Xira as well as a few scars to show her experience as a warrior, but despite her aged body, she was still a very beautiful woman with muscular curves and firm breasts.

Xira roiled her eyes before offering the woman her hand, “Atheas, I’ll have you know I do not appreciate being put on display like a mare waiting to be bread,” said the hot-tempered queen as she was helped out of the cart.

Atheas crossed her arms and looked down at her sternly. “And yet, that is what you will have to endure if you wish to preserve your bloodline.”

Xira groaned and walked pasted her, “Let’s just get this over with.”