Trivium: The Crown

Salutations and Good tidings my friends Welcome to the Great Nation of Britannia!

A Land of Swords, a Land of Battle, a Land of Knights and of course, a land of unrelenting desire... oh, that part peak your interest did it? Oh yes, my dearest Friends, Britannia is much more than Balls and Tourneys, Britannia is a land chock full of buxom bimbos, Cock-Hungry Whores hidden in Noble dress, Lovely ladies just waiting to fill their cheeks with knightly cum and Quiet Maidens with a secret desire to fill their cunts with veiny Members, truly it is a wonder of eroticism if you know where to look that is!

...but perhaps we could get back on track, oh how I do get terribly distracted sometimes... How about we start with a little Story!

Prologue

hmmmm, where to begin... oh yes, Britannia, the land of ancient lords and regal kings, home to the Nine mighty Nations, that call it their home.

The hands of time must be swayed to draw us back to a time where ancient and powerful Britannia still stood proud, a land of Sword and shield long lost to the magic that once graced it, while also rid of the beasts that once Plagued it.

Sweet Britannia, though lorded over by many Ancient and great Houses, stood united under a single revered banner, a Great Golden clan that stood above all others for generations, responsible for both the land's rise and of course, it's Fall.

This line of kings was known as the Royal House of Regis: the Dragon Clan, that have ruled over Britannia for twenty generations. Golden eyed Royals, descended from a Legend and rumoured to be connected to divinity, though that's not to say that they are all good mind You.

I must say, that does sound a little grandiose, doesn't it... I'll tell you what, How about a little Tale before our tale?

Yes, of course, a certain king of the Regis line comes to mind... but you couldn't exactly call him one of the Nobler of his kin, Henry the Hysteric he was called, uncaring, destructive... and off his fucking rocker.

Henry's crazed rule over Britannia plunged the Mighty kingdom into a bloody Civil-War, dividing the people and their lands, sparking the fires of rebellion, though many loyalists remained, even as the King overtaxed the poor and executed innocents, those who knew true justice in their hearts saw Henry for what he truly was, a sick and twisted Old Man.

And so, Two came forth, Two more worthy Royals than the Mad-dragon, with an unbreakable vow to free Britannia from the Mad Dragon's grasp.

First was Prince Ozwuld, eldest son of Henry.

Ozwuld was a warrior, born and bred, his hunger for battle was so unrelenting that He gave up his birthright to the throne, joining the Legendary Black Legion and ascending to the rank of Lord-General, his prowess on the battlefield became so notorious that to the People he was no longer prince Ozwuld, but Lord Wulda the Iron-Dragon.

But there was another Prince, a Young man whose name would echo throughout history, this was Prince Uther, the Golden Knight adored by all people, beloved by rich and poor alike, he did, however, have a reputation for his rampant desires, but despite his unquenchable thirst for women, Uther was a good man, caring and loving of his people, but fierce and calculating.

It was the Twin princes of Gold & Iron that together took ancient pilgrimage, beyond the perilous and forbidden gorge of serpents pass, to the mythical ilse of Avalon, to find the legendary Artifacts that would reignite the fire in the hearts of the Regis and their people, Three Holy relics that would give the Brothers the right to openly challenge the Mad Dragon Henry, garner the support of Britannia's people and reclaim the throne.

The first was the mythical Crown of Kings, the Crown originally worn by George the original Dragon-slayer himself, forged in the Land of the ancient Dragons with Drakeflame, quenched in the dreams of the forgotten, infused with the blood of all mortal kind.

The Second was the Legendary Sword Excalibur, forged amongst the heavens by the holy Goddess, and bathed in moonlight. A Blade whose swing was that of clapping thunder and whose edge could sever the horizon, droplets of rain bleeding from the storm that it created.

And last but not least, was the High and Holy Grail of benevolence, a Mysterious Chalice that was rumoured to grant eldritch power to those who drank from it.

Together, these relics made up the Divine Trivium, And all true Brittons know in their hearts:

that since the time of Brittania old, the Trivium our true ruler's hold.

The Twin Princes vanished for half a decade before they returned, Stronger, Darker, The Elder Holding a shining Grail and the Younger wielding a Moon-coated blade and great Gleaming crown sat upon his silver head.

The brothers were different than the Princes that had gone on a Holy Pilgrimage, Uther's eyes were blazing, ever certain, and his hair ashen-silver, while Ozwuld was tall as a mountain and stronger than an army of men, his fire extinguished, replaced only with cold iron.

With a strange and new eldritch determination in their hearts, the Princes began their campaign, gathering forces, conquering Kingdoms and laying waste to their enemies, never once even muttering the happenings on their quest south.

After many years of conquest and subjugation, The Brothers Came to Camelot, The Britannian Capital, and battled tirelessly as the Old Dragon made a final stand against his Sons.

Uther rallied his forces, sending wave after wave of men to attack the Castle Gates while The Princes slipped in through the ancient escape route that they had ventured in as children.

Ozwuld & Uther were **** to slay the King's royal guards, Men that they had grown up with, to reach Henry who was held up in the King's tower.

The Young Dragons came upon the Old King, who berated them for their betrayal, disowning them as they tried their best to talk him down... but it was too late, Henry had truly gone mad, and so, with abyssal darkness on their bloody faces, Uther and Oswuld both, slew the Old King Henry and freed Britannia from his Madness.

Peace came after The Mad Dragon's ****, the Great Houses having been reunited under Uther's Golden Banner and so the decision of the new monarch came to its head.

Oswuld was a sworn member of the Legion, lost as heir to the throne despite being the elder of the two brothers, not to mention that He had no desire to be King, The Iron Dragon was tired and haunted by the happenings beyond serpent's pass, swearing off of Battle and bequeathing Excalibur to his brother, so that He could serve as the Legion's advisor, his memories of the south hazy, but still scarring on his soul.

And so Uther, the Golden Dragon of House Regis was Crowned King of all Britannia.

Uther was a good King, fair to his subjects and loved by the people, He righted all of his father's Wrongs and built the foundations of what the Kingdoms would become over the many years that he had the throne... but we all have our weakness, even Dragons. Especially Dragons.

Women: young, old, buxom and Petite, beautiful or mediocre... Uther fucked them all, despite his arranged Marriage to Lady Gwenyvere Tawny, the most beautiful woman in all Nine kingdoms.

It was like the King was possessed by a lust-filled beast, ploughing his way through half the kingdom by the time his fourth and last child was born.

People spoke of Lord Oswuld's return to the Capital a few years after Queen Gwynevere gave birth to the King's final Child, of how he found the Great Golden king, cold-sweating in his sheets and burning with a terrible fever.

Oswuld never left his Brother's side, even after he had died, the promise to care for his kingdom and his children still fresh on the Iron Dragon's mind, taking on the Mantle of Lord-regent, to guard over Britannia, until Uther's heir came of age.

But the time of chivalry and valour has long past in Britannia, the Hands of time corrupts all and dooms history to repeat itself, but perhaps there is one, the guiding light who can shine hope on this dark age, Noble, a good-hearted man that can raise the hearts of the crestfallen and Lead Britannia into a New Era.

_Author's Notes:
1 - This Story is heavily inspired by a few other Fantasy Novels, E.g Arthurian Legend, A Song of Ice and Fire, The Witcher, Lord of the rings, etc, I'm sure fans of the aforementioned will recognise some of the concepts, this is not meant to plagiarise, it is simply my take on how these concepts might work in a different world, I'm looking forward to seeing what everybody thinks.
2 - To those Returning from The Crown, I'd like to say that this is a very different take on my earlier Idea, I did originally intend for this to be based around Arthurian legend but was afraid to use the concept, If I am honest my discomfort with warping an already good idea is why I stopped working on the Crown, is why Trivium is how it was originally supposed to be. I really hope that this doesn't alienate any of my returning readers, you will recognize many plot points and the general spirit is still intact. Either way, I hope that You enjoy :)
3 - Britannia is a Grimdark world with real themes, real emotions, I intend to take this very seriously (erotica or not) and that will be reflected in the characters, who have real struggles sexual and non-sexual. Expect Gore, expect dark happenings, this is no mere power-fantasy, it's an adventure into a dark world. I look forward to exploring this world with you guys in the chapters to come.
4 - Finally, I will releasing this story in chunks, so Either entire arcs, or Arcs split into two parts, I may rarely deviate from this but expect plenty to read when I do publish and of course, expect plenty of finger-licking medieval goodness as well ;)
_Your Faithful writer, Ducky.