Kingdom Conquest

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“I’ve had enough of your chauvinistic male pig attitudes, General!” The Queen shouted, raving like a banshee ready to curse the interloper.

Queen Geraldine Klostermann, first of her name and current matriarch of the Klostermann dynasty, a woman with ambitious plans and ideals and the power and drive to make them happen, was easily one of the most influential women in the entire Kingdom of Haligary since her ascension. Having brutally deposed her despotic father King Elric and executed him and the entire Patriarchy with pulling by horses, she was easily feared and respected by both allies and enemies, and all those in her court fear provoking her wrath.

She was beautiful, the Queen, despite her unfortunate personality. A tall, blonde thirty-something woman, her regal bearing was only matched by her titanic breasts, each nearly the size of her head. You take great care not to stare at them; she has been known to execute people for even less.

“You are the last male left on my council, and an excellent example of why I kicked the others off!” She continued, “The only thing you care about is oppressing women! The rest of the kingdom can go to hell for all I care!”

“Your Majesty,” You explain carefully. “Our enemies gather at our borders. Ever since you, in all your ‘wisdom’, decreed that fifty percent of our army and workforce must be female, our economy has grown weaker and our military discipline lax. The nearby kingdom of Ogralia arms itself for war, intending to invade us! I beg you, for the sake of the Kingdom, let me martial our forces to defend our lands before its too late!”

The Princess, standing beside her mother, the Queen, shifts awkwardly. By the look on her face, you can tell she agrees with you to a certain extent; a bright girl, Princess Ostara undoubtedly knows the state of the Kingdom and the consequences of her mother's policies. Were it possible, you would like to prevent the Queen from corrupting her with her ranting of “patriarchy” and “female oppression” when she no longer had the pragmatism and logic to back up her words. A damn pity, you supposed.

“LIAR!” The Queen screeched, “Chauvinist PIG! The weakened economy was caused by the remnants of the patriarchy that remained from the time of my father. They would do anything to sabotage me, just because I’m a powerful woman! There is no outside threat; you just want to war monger so you can pillage and . Do you deny that your soldiers would if war broke out?”

“A certain amount of is inevitable in war,” You answer stiffly, “I cannot control the actions of my men to that extent.”

“Oh, inevitable, is it? You’re nothing but a apologist, as bad as an actual yourself. Perhaps your views will change once your vile male appendage has been excised. Executioner!”

The Executioner steps up at the Queen's command. Like all the other members of the Queen’s court, she is a woman and more muscular than most, with brown hair and a squarish face that would be decently pretty if she ever smiled. She never does, of course, always brooding and frowning or setting her lips in a thin line.

“Take the General down to the dungeons and liberate him from his masculinity. Maybe then, he will see the light.”

You allow yourself to be cuffed and led to the dungeons, always dank and damp and cold to the bones without proper heating. Many other male prisoners greet your eye, some of them already gelded and crying to themselves in their sleep.

This can't go on, You thought, Queen or not, Her Majesty's already leading Haligary down the road of destruction; even if Ogralia's driven back, the state will be destroyed from within.

The executioner halts before the door to the gelding chambers, where you see a nearby grazier and an assortment of tools designed to restrain the male and ensure a smooth and bloodless gelding, many wicked-looking and sharp.

“This is where it happens,” Says the Executioner, “For what its worth, I’m sorry. The Queen is… a little out of control. We can all see it, but what can we do? Besides, she has made great strides for women’s rights in the kingdom, and these are her orders.”

You sigh, saying, "Well, you're simply doing your job, so who can blame you?"