Time to take the Princess

The Princess is a real conundrum - perhaps the hardest obstacle to your plans since you hatched them in motion.

On one hand, moving against Queen Geraldine without first bringing her daughter Ostara to your side would prove a huge obstacle. Unlike the Queen, the Princess was beloved by the people, and to seize control of the Kingdom without handling Ostara first would give her the impetus and moral cause to raise an army and forcibly take it back from you.

On the other hand, you watched this girl grow up since young. She is practically a daughter to you, having spent much time by your side despite you being busy with your duties, always caring for her whenever her parents were too busy with their monarchial duties.

It was perhaps a true pity that King Arnfried died young, killed by Geraldine's monstrous father on flimsy charges. He was the only one whom Geraldine truly loved and who supported his wife's efforts to reduce the patriarchy's power and bring about an era of gender equality for Haligary, and his **** brought much sadness to the Kingdom.

As such, you have some apprehension about using your normal method of persuasion on her given your paternal feelings. Though frankly, not all your feelings for her are paternal.

In any case, you are surprised when she summons you to her room for a private audience and thus providing you the perfect opportunity. First things first, however, you have to ascertain her reasons for doing so. As you enter her chambers, you notice her pacing restlessly around her room, looking apprehensive.

Ostara is a spitting image of her mother, but much younger at a mere 18 years of age. Long, wavy blonde hair frames an angelic face currently furrowed with worry. Her breasts were nearly the size of the Queen’s as well, deliciously jiggling through her dress that left a large portion of them bare. For a moment you wonder why she is wearing something so provocative, but then she speaks.

“General Johann, please shut the door.”

You do so, curiosity bubbling towards the surface.

“I won’t beat around the brush with you, General. I know you still have a… penis.”

A slight flush crept into her face; she had lived a fairly sheltered life as far you were concerned.

You are taken aback by this as you ask, “How did you figure it out?”

She smoothens her skirts impatiently, saying, “I have seen men be castrated before by my mother’s orders, and afterwards they always… cringe… shrink from conflict because they have suffered such severe trauma. You, on the other hand, carry yourself with the same confidence as ever.”

She waves her hand dismissively at your face of surprise as she continues, “But that’s trivial compared to what else I’ve been able to figure out. I know of your… relationships… with the Executioner, the Guard Captain and the Beastmistress. Don't bother saying you don't know."

“And how were you able to puzzle those out?” You ask, "I've given no indication of such."

“Not you, but your lovers; every time Ottilie looks at you she blushes and looks away, sometimes resting her hand on her abdomen. Unless she's not pregnant with your child, there's no way she would do that habitually. Next, Guard Captain Valerie; she is usually confrontational with everyone, men especially, but she doesn't act that way when around you at all; her body language screams submission. And then Beastmistress Ester… the way she fingers that new collar of hers whenever you walk into a room is a dead giveaway.”

You simply laugh at her words.

“Very observant. That’s my girl.”

She blushes at the compliment, but presses on.

“I suspect you may have something to do with the incident in which the Oracle was discredited?”

You simply smile in response - the only answer Ostara needs.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then. Given your efforts to undermine my Mother’s entire council, I must conclude that your aim is to seize control of both the Kingdom and of her. Therefore, your next logical target would be me, would it not?”

And in one fell swoop, the Princess has completely unraveled your entire plan. You spot one logical inconstancy in her behavior, though.

“If you knew all of this,” You ask, “Why would you ask me to meet you alone? Where are your guards when they should be standing guard or in hiding nearby?”

She breaks eye contact, turning to stare out the window.

“My mother… you and I both know she isn’t well; you’ve heard how she talks about men in council meetings and audiences, her casual employment of castration as punishment, and you were very nearly a victim of this same treatment. What else can you do but take the course you have taken?"

Ostara sighs, her eyes downcast.

"And frankly I agree; my mother is no longer fit to rule this kingdom. I want to help you.”

She takes a step toward you and gently touches your arm, looking up at you with her big, sincere blue eyes.

“General, you have always thought of me like a daughter, haven’t you?”

Your paternal desire to protect the Princess wars with your animalistic desire to fuck the shit out of her.