Attend a council meeting

Queen Geraldine has called a council meeting to discuss important matters of state. Despite her orders to castrate you she never stripped you of your position as General of the Army, both because of your long service record and achievements attained on the battlefield, so you have a right to attend.

As far as anyone knows, the Executioner carried out her orders on that front. Only you and she know the truth of what really happened in the dungeon, and so far she has not told anyone. She has, however, snuck into your chambers every night for a nice deep dicking.

You move to enter the council chamber, and you see the Captain of the Queen’s Guard Valerie Bernauer, always insufferably cold towards others. She wore an intricate breastplate and rested her hands against the hilt of her long two-handed sword, cloaked in fine blue linen. As she sees you, she sneers.

“How’s life as a eunuch treating you, General?”

“Fairly well,” You reply calmly, not rising to her provocation.

Often the Guard Captain liked to boast that she was the best fighter in the kingdom. In reality, she was the best female fighter in the kingdom, but never truly proven against other enemies as you were. When confronted with this fact, she would always reply that the two were essentially the same thing - a glorified poster child for the kind of female arrogance sweeping the kingdom as the result of the Queen’s misguided policies.

Queen Geraldine herself sits at the table with the Princess on her right side and the Oracle on her left. The Oracle, Anika Detmold, a mousy woman with brown hair, freckles, and thick spectacles, whispers her poisoned, honeyed words into the Queen’s ear. The Queen nods, looking concerned.

You frown at this; before the Oracle came to court, the Queen had merely been misguided yet still genuinely concerned, now she was just batshit insane.

The Queen sees you and immediately a sickening sneer graces her face, which she hides behind a smile.

“Ah, General Johann!” I hope your recent ‘surgery’ has given you perspective.”

“I suppose it has, my Queen,” You lie, “Perhaps I'm beginning to see the reasoning behind your actions.”

A warm smile breaks over the Queen’s face as she says, “I am glad you have seen the light, my old friend. We will help this kingdom to see it as well.”

Crazy bitch. She actually thought she had done you a favour by ordering your castration. You were **** to say such words, and it was genuine enough that the Queen bought the lie, so it would suffice.

The Princess frowns at you, however, not entirely fooled by your act. Clever girl.

You take your seat besides the Beastmistress Ester Reichenau, a buxom redhead who trains the Queen’s favorite dogs (all bitches, of course). Dressed in men's fatigues, her tomboyishness does nothing to detract from her natural sexy appeal. You put such thoughts aside as the Queen brings the meeting to order.

“Our first order of business,” She begins, “Equality enforcers have reported that female farmers make less profits in the market than male farmers. Clearly this is a great injustice brought about by the Patriarchy, and in response I have drawn up a decree that mandates every female farmer to be payed as much as male farmers when they sell their grain at market. Any merchants caught favoring men will be castrated. Are we in agreement on this issue?”

Before, you would have informed the Queen that the female farmers are actually paid the same per bushel at market as the male farmers, and that the male farmers make more money because they reap higher yields. By mandating this gender-equal pay policy, the crown would effectively raise the price of female-grown grain, making merchants even less eager to buy from women. But now, you see that it is useless to make the Queen see sense. She needs to be removed, or else brought strictly back into line. And who else could do this but you?

“Secondly,” Geraldine continues, “My Oracle Anika has warned me of an impending coup by the Patriarchy. She was unable to uncover many details, but know this: it involves **** most foul. We must stop this at any cost. General, I hope we can count on your support in this matter.”

“Of course!” You lie, “My soldiers exist to protect the realm.”

In all probability, the coup that the Oracle saw in her vision was your very own. Now that you officially had no dick, however, none of these women had any reason to suspect you.

“Guard Captain Valerie,” Said the Queen, “You will protect me personally, as always.”

“My sword is yours, My Queen,” Valerie replied with a smooth bow.

“Beastmistress Ester, keep your hounds hungry. We may need to unleash them on the vile plotters soon.”

“My girls are always hungry,” Ester chuckled, “Hungry for some patriarchal sausage!”

The Guard Captain, the Oracle, and the Queen all laughed uproariously. The Executioner maintained her trademark silence and the Princess looked a little put off.

You allow your mind to wander as you ponder your options; you know that before moving on the Queen you must first undermine her supporters, otherwise all your efforts will be for naught. The only question now was, where to start?