Thread: Winning a Kingdom (Xavierrol and Emmie)

A prize is only a prize if it has value. Will you waste the value of your prize? Her cool response hid the hot rage of emotions twisting inside her. From the time she could walk and talk, Thearia had been trained for one thing. To rule her fathers kingdom of Delrehn. Her father brought in the best minds of his kingdom to teach her, even some from outside of his kingdom. It was his intent to make her Queen before he passed away, and have one of his generals marry her and act as her consort and enforcer. No one had anticipated Xavier and his single-minded determination to wrest half of their kingdom from them. No one in the Kingdom of Delrehn would have underestimated the princess. She had been acting as an unofficial co-ruler since she was fifteen, had sat in judgement in the royal courts, and headed royal council meetings when her father was ill. Some nobles loved her, others hated her, a few feared her but all respected her. The peasantry adored their pretty princess and took pride in the rumors they heard of her intelligence, even if they did not know the specifics. It was only the rigid self-discipline drilled into her by her tutors that kept her from falling apart right now. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, acutely aware of how excruciatingly vulnerable it made her feel. She couldnt stop herself from flinching away when he moved towards her with that wicked looking belt, but she managed to stop herself from running away screaming in fear. And in truth, it didnt hurt. Even if it did look painful. It was a bit cold on her skin, but not awful. But the sheer humiliation of standing there naked while the man sized her and discussed the fit with the blacksmith was enough to make her tremble with rage. Even his barbed compliment was nothing but a source of embarrassment to her. That he would expose HER like this in front of a common blacksmith! It was absolutely infuriating, and her strategy planning had not prepared for being exposed like this to so many. To him, yes. Rape was a strong possibility she knew this. But not in front of others, especially what appeared to her to be common peasantry. When the blacksmith left,, she couldnt relax. Not with her naked skin prickling under his touch, the intense focus of his dark eyes suddenly bearing down on hers. His question gave her a touch of hope. Perhaps he was starting to realize the value she had to offer him. It was essential to her plans he recognize that value. She had never before negotiated diplomacy while naked. It was an unhappy first for her. The peasants are happy with and comfortable with my father or myself being in control of their lives. They fear your army and will be terrified of your leadership unless they are comforted by the familiar. If they see me at your side supporting your claim over them willingly, She placed a light but clear stress on the term willingly. it will perhaps make enough of them hesitate from fleeing long enough for them to realize little will change in their lives. Assuming, of course, you intend to keep things familiar for them? Her dark eyes tempered their rage as she assessed him, and she was at least attempting to hide her anger and shame from him. On those two notes she failed though, her feelings were quite clear both in her unconsciously clenched little fists, her thinned lips, and the pretty pink flush that spread down her neck, lingering at the top of her deliciously perky tits.