Hail to the King by lvl 1 Writefag

[PhilMarlowe]

Hail to the King by lvl 1 Writefag

Technically fanfiction but it's standalone and no prior knowledge is needed. If you don't recognise something it's not relevant to this scene.

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Tabitha, was a quiet and withdrawn mage and also the next in line for the Galian throne. However the current king, her uncle, was a cruel man. Forcing her to complete suicide missions. Tabitha didn't mind fighting monsters, at least monsters only attacked because they were provoked.

Humans on the other hand... Humans had strange motives.

Tabitha's staff clattered to the ground. She could feel the sword at her throat. She looked up into the face of her opponent. It held some form of... Relief?

"Well done, Treyarch. You have defeated her. Guards release his family. Now, Treyarch, there is only one thing left for you to do..." The king of Galia, The fool king, Joseph.

Treyarch looked up at the king, "Milord, we had agreed that all I had to do was defeat the girl..."

Joseph nodded, "And so you did. And so your family is free. Now I need the girl to learn a lesson about what happens to the weak," Joseph stood up and waved his arm around the room, filled with nobles, "So Treyarch. Please, undress the girl."

Blinking, Treyarch stared at the king. He had been expecting the king to betray him in some way. This was slightly... Unexpected.

He reached out and placed his hand on the girl's head. Even if he looked older he had been told that they were roughly the same age.

The girl's eyes were distant although Treyarch could slightly see some slight moistness.

"Sorry about this, it's not something I take pleasure in. Just..."

The girl shook her head, "Understand, quiet."

Treyarch shut up, he was babbling. He unclipped her cloak. The girl wasn't highly developed but she had a thin waist and was well proportioned for her size.

Moving onto her shirt Treyarch slowly unbuttoned it. The girl had soft, pale skin. And as Treyarch noted, no bra. He didn't remove her shirt entirely. Wanting to preserve the girl's modesty for as long as possible. He pulled off the girl's tights. Savouring the soft feeling of her legs and hating himself for it.

It took only a slight tug to remove the girl's skirt, she was wearing plain white panties. Now in front of him was a girl with nothing but an open shirt and panties in front of him.

With trembling hands Treyarch pulled open the girl's shirt. Her breasts were small, that was true, but they had the same snowy hue as the rest of the girl's body. Her nipples and areola were small but in the context of her breasts they were a perfect size.

As he pulled her shirt off Treyarch accidentally brushed her nipple. The girl's body shuddered but she made no indication that she noticed.

Treyarch noted that the girl's entire body gave off an ethereal appearance, like the elves but not quite. The girl was more like... A nymph.

Before he fully stripped the girl Treyarch decided to ask her name.

"Charlotte..." The girl's response was soft and melodic. The lyrical song of the ever-distant fae.

Treyarch patted her head, "That's a good name. Sorry about this..."

Charlotte shook her head and gave a small smile, "Mmm, it's fine..."

Then Charlotte moved his hand to her waist. Sighing at what he was about to do Treyarch nonetheless pulled off Charlotte's panties. Now she was standing in front of him, completely naked. A sight many would pay good money for.

Treyarch turned to Joseph, "Well king, I have done as you requested."

"Very well, Pariah, so you have. Now you may leave. Or you could stay. Charlotte needs someone stronger to teach her and you are stronger."

Glancing over at Charlotte, Treyarch could see her pleading eyes, "Well, I don't have anything better to do."

"You are all dismissed then," the king waved everyone away. Just as Treyarch was about to leave the king called out to him, "Wait, I want to talk!"

Turning Treyarch looked at the king, "What is it?"

"I don't hate my niece..." Treyarch blinked, of all the things the king could have said that was not expected.

"I see you are confused. My niece's name is Charlotte. And before you say anything let me explain myself. I treat the girl poorly firstly because I can't treat her well, and secondly because it would serve no purpose to coddle her… This kingdom is a worthless farce! If I were to treat my niece like I should she would be dead years ago. I harbor no ill will towards her. But in the only way I can protect her is by forcing her to become stronger."

Treyarch blinked, "That's..."

Joseph cut him off, "You have no right to speak against me. Prince, I give you both a chance. For my niece's survival and your redemption."

Wordlessly, Treyarch left the throne room in search of Charlotte. He found her in her room, still naked. She was in bed, maybe sleeping off her long day. When he turned to leave he was surprised to feel her hand on his sleeve. Not wanting to disturb her Treyarch let her pull him onto the bed. She instantly cuddled up against him. Treyarch tried to push her away a bit but quickly stopped when he brushed against her breasts. It worked in a sense, she was no longer facing him but now she was hugging his arm to her chest and she had snuggled her back up against his body.

Smiling, Treyarch gently stroked Charlotte's head. Maybe he could achieve redemption after all...

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Alright. I wanna cast a spell...