\\\*Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter\\\*
The echoing sound of harsh raindrops against cold glass as you make your way through the once bustling halls of your Castles. It seems like every days these corridors grow even more lonesome as fewer and fewer people are left to occupy them. The treasury has grown so thin that even staff cuts had to be made, leaving the ever increasing workload to fall on busier shoulders.
As you round the corner - past the tapestry of your Ancestors, you can't help feel that your Mother's gaze is looking ever more judgemental tonight. Though such thoughts are quickly dashed away as a fish of lightning reveals the image to be just as it always been. Just down the hall you hear the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Your Grace!" The relieved sound of your Prime Minister - William - resounds through the Hall. "The Throne Room is ready, Your Grace." He sai with a bow. Barely over the age of twenty-two, the man is surprisingly capable for his age. Healthy, Athletic, Handsome, and relatively Wealthy, William would have been a prime candidate to be married off to some Noble House and live his days in luxury. Despite that though, he has chosen to remain by your side, and likely one of the biggest contributing factors to why the Queendom has even survived this long.
"Everything is just as you have requested. Now, we best hurry before anyone catches wind of things." William was already turning tail and continuing down the Hall before you could even respond. Silence. Defeating silence. You realize you cannot remember the last night you had time yourself, or any of your family really.
Unfortunately, there is no time to dwell on such things. Duty calls, and the Throne room where your presence has been requested stands just at the end of the Hall. As you pass through th large, double doors, light bathes you in a dim glow. The room stands empty save for a pair of guards and your loyal Prime Minister - William - stands beside your Throne.
As you ascend the steps leading your ivory seat, William's voice resounds through the Hall. "Bring in the Prisoner!" Before he could even finish his words, the doors at the end of the Hall cream open to reveal a pit of Guards dragging a mountain of a man in chains before you. Built like a brick wall, the prisoner bore the tell-tale tanned skin and fur clothes of the Barbarians that have long since plagued your Queendom.
"Enjoy your luxury while you can!" The Prisoner spat, voice oozing with defiance even as the Guards pinned him to his knees. "The King of Peaks, Gregor the Blade-Breaker, has United the Clans and we March under one banner! Your Kingdom shall FALL, and from its ashes, OURS will rise!"
William flashes you a look. It's clear he finds the prisoner's claims dubious at best, but one does not become a great statesman by being unimaginative. If what he says is true, thatseans that the once disparate and scattered Clans of over five hundred thousand men are now marching to your doorstep. Your Queendom can barely sustain a standing army of one thousand, the odds are certainly not in your favor.
The cold throne underneath you chaffes. Your shoulders feel a sudden weight to them. It seems tonight would be another busy night.
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Hi there! Hope you enjoyed my little starter. An appetizer for what I was hoping to be a grand tale of drama, tough-choices, and a hopeful rising from hardship.
As you can tell, this story is partially inspired by the game of the same name. You will play the role of the Queen of Davern, a small Queendom on the Borders of the Rhelturian Continent. Though once prosperous, the Queendom now stands on the brink of ruin. Barbarian Clans call the mountains along your border home, famine and plague run amok like kids in a playground, cunning nobles seeks your ruin and line their pockets. Worst of all... You have no Daughter. Davern is a Matriarchal Country, it has only ever known a Queen. Yet, you stand to be the last of your line should things continue.
That is the stage with which I hope to write this tale. Your role in the story is entirely yours, however! Perhaps you are a Warrior Queen, seeing this rival Barbarian King as just the right opponent to finally test your strength against! Or perhaps you prefer more subtle means? Letters to all the other Nations could fly within the hour. Though what would you do to convince them to send aid? The possibilities are endless, and I truly want you to have as much of a say about who you are as a Queen as possible.
I intentionally left much of the rest of your family as vague as possible so we can could decide that together as well. Perhaps you have three sons, or just one. Perhaps you have no kids at all. Same goes for your Husband, he can be whatever you want him to be, even if it means not exiting at all if you would like to play an unmarried Queen! Again, skies the limit and I truly do want you to throw all your ideas my way!
On the topic of Smut, I would say this story will have an even split of Smut\\\\Story. I believe both truly do enhance each other, and so I like to incorporate both aspects into the story. Besides, how else are you supposed to convince all these rival nobles and neighboring Kingdoms to help you?
Kinks that I would like to include in this story are: Coercion, Blackmail, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Clothed Sex, Public Play, Incest, Exhibitionism, Debauchery, Groping, and Teasing. A full list of my Kinks will be sent in DM's. Naturally this is a very small list because I want to make sure we can incorporate as much of YOUR Kinks as possible. I truly want this to be a story shaped by you and your choices, that includes all the smutty elements you might get up to!
I thinks that's about it in my front. If you have any questions, send them my way. If any of this is any interest to you, please send me aessage continuing where my prompt left off so I can get a good idea of your writing style, as well as your character!
Oh and tell me your Favourite Color so I know you read this far!
Hope you enjoyed my little story and I look forward to hearing from you!