No

“Just shut up. I am not here to listen to your lies. You’re the Queen of lies and traitors; now go gather all the nobles and bring them into this tent.”

It took her twenty minutes to follow your orders, so you made yourself comfortable on the tent’s throne. Your Uncle was truly the most greedy person you have ever met. Unlike the horde members, who only stole as much as they could carry, your Uncle’s greed had no limits. The tent is filled with three chests full of gold as if he would play with it or count it during this campaign. Behind each of the chest silently stood naked women hand-picked from all over the land.

When the nobles finally gathered, you spoke, “I can’t trust you anymore because of you allied yourselves with that traitor. You all know the punishment for traitors.” Everyone’s eyes got really big as through each thought about their own personal trip to the gallows. “However, I am a forgiving person. As such, the punishment will be that every noble male must unic themself within one week, and every noble female must find themselves permanently on my bed working to be with my child within two.”

The room sudden broke out into screams as One noble spoke up” and what if we don’t”

“Well then you have two choices, you can accept my rule and find yourself a date with the executioner, or you can not accept my rule, and Then you will have broken the rules of the challenge. If you choose that path, I will be forced to unleash the horde, and then everyone male who won’t join will die, and every female will find themselves being shared constantly. So if you actually care for your people, I suggest you get snipping, and your women find their way into my bed quickly.” you stand up from the throne, which you had just recently claimed. “Now please leave. I’m positive that you have business to attend to, and so do I.”

One by one, the noblemen filed out of the tent when it was the Queen’s turn, you finally spoke up, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Your mother freezes in her place.

You walk around her, and her skin noticeably crawls, “do I frighten you?”

“No, my wonderful son, you do not.”

You drag your dagger up the cleavage of her dress “now mother, don’t lie to me.”

She put a false smile “I mother would never be frightened by her dearest son”