Thread: The Queen's Ambition (Kassy and Sirix)

Queen Kassandra Killingbuck sat on her balcony staring out over the medieval metropolis that was her kingdom, Fedoria . She could barely enjoy the beautiful scenery due to the obscene scene unfolding inside her bedchamber just behind her. Loud moans and heinous gagging sounds echoed from within, and the worst part was that they emanating from her own husband even though she wasn't in the room. It wasn't always this way, she could still remember being just a 12 year old innocent girl on her family's lands, laughing and playing in the lush fields with her sisters. This was before her father, the Archduke of Killingbuck had let his ambition get the best of his senses and married his eldest daughter off to the King of Fedoria. Even then, Kassy had thought the idea of marrying a man much her senior seemed like a horrible idea, but her mother assured her that she would soon be living in the lap of luxury with servants bowing to her every beckon call. She would be Queen, and it was far more than any of her sisters could ever hope to expect. King Gregor III was almost 35 when he took her as his child bride, and the worse part was that she wasn't even the first maiden to hold that title, he'd had two wives prior to her, the first imprisoned in the Northern Highlands, and the second had been beheaded, both guilty of the simple crime of not being able to bare their King a heir. Kassy was lucky though and by the age of 13 she'd delivered a healthy son, though the labor of it had almost killed her. Of course being little more than a child herself, she was allowed very little to do with the raising of the Prince, and yet it was the only thing she really wanted. Life as a royal held little comfort for her, she wasn't allowed any real involvement in any of the politics of the court, even though she very intelligent, instead forced into the role of the King's trophy wife, sitting at his side idly. She listened though, absorbing as much as she could and as her son grew into a fine young man, she began to have her own aspirations. Now 29 years of age, with a son grown to near a man at 16, Kassandra desired deeply to dethrone her lecherous husband and see her son ascend to the crown, her at his side. Of course this endevour was considered treason, and if word were to get out of her ambitions, she too would share the fate of King Gregor's previous wives. But now as she sat here on her balcony watching the horizon for her son's return and listening to the man she was married to get oral pleasure from a slave girl she could think of nothing but treason. It was then that the chamber door burst open and the Head of the Guards, Anthone Tiber strode into the room, stirring the Queen from her introspection. My Lady, the Prince returns from his 'Boar Hunt'. Anthone announced, trying his hardest to ignore the sounds coming from the dressing room off of the bedchamber. The Queen stood and walked proudly back into the room to address Tiber, but was interrupted by a yelp of pain from the dressing room. All at once the red velvet curtain burst open and her husband the King appeared, cock hanging out of his trousers and dragging the poor slave girl by the head of hair. My son returns? King Gregor asks angrily, tucking his half hard dick back into his royal attire. Ye....Yes my liege. He is entering the city proper now. Tiber answered, averting his gaze. Grand! I shall greet him in the throne room... Have this slave girl punished, I instructed her to not use her teeth whilst pleasuring me and she couldn't even obey my simplest instruction. Tiber, take her to the smith's forge and have him use his hammer to break her teeth from her mouth! Gregor announced, tossing the crying slave girl to the ground at Tiber's feet. Kassandra stared at her husband with disgust while Tiber obeyed the order and removed the poor girl from the room. The King stared back, a cruel smile on his face. What is wrong my Queen? Are you not happy our son has returned safely? Will you join me in the throne room to greet him? The King asked, striding forward and running his fingers through her blonde hair. Kassy smacked his hand away. No I don't feel well, please inform him I wish to see him in my chamber after you've finished speaking with him. Kassy stated flatly. The King smiled and left her, making his way to the throne room to great his returned son.