Thread: Conquered Rewards  (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

Pandemonium. Thats what he faced as he stood in the doorway of the throne room, surveying the scene in front of him. Blood ran along the floors, thick as molasses, and screams tore through the air, echoing in his ears like broken dishes shattering against a cavern wall. A weak man would cringe in fear, trembling like a willow reed blowing in the wind, but not Lord Thomas Kincade, King of Leguria, the great nation to the north. No, Lord Kincade reveled in the mayhem he saw before him, soaked it up like water on a cloth, and he smiled. Victory was his this day. Sweet victory over the dreaded kingdom of Mica, the nation he had battled for the last ten years for dominance of the northern continent. He strode into the chamber, which was a rather large room in reality, and walked among his men, in the final stages of slaughtering the Mican troops. Only one last thing remained and that was to dispatch the Mican King, a task he left for himself. He reached the throne and faced the old man sitting on it. Old and feeble was the Mican King, having ruled the land for decades it was time for his dethronement. With the flick of his wrist, Lord Kincade buried a dagger deep in the Kings heart, then tossed the dead body from the throne, taking its place. Sitting down, he grinned. A fitting seat for someone of his stature and he rather liked this castle overall. Perhaps he would stay and rule both kingdoms from here instead of returning to his northern fortress right away. As the last of the fighting sounds died down, his men began gathering up anyone in the castle who wasnt a soldier and brought them to the chamber room. Maids, butlers, scribes, and assorted other sorts were lined up along the wall. With a nod from Lord Kincade, a soldier stepped forward and summarily executed the first prisoner, then began to walk down the line and to the same to the next one and the next one. Thomas watched this with no remorse because he knew that the staff of the old king would stay loyal and thus had to be eliminated. As the soldier approached the twentieth person in line, a young woman of remarkable beauty, the Lord leaned forward. This one caught his eye as no other had. She appeared to be a half elf, whose beauty blinded him. Dark hair and radiant violet eyes that sparkled with anger and a figure that gave him many thoughts, all of them wicked. Halt! he hollered out, stopping his soldier before his knife could fall. The soldier stepped back as Thomas came down from the throne and approached the elf. She was dressed slightly better than the other servants and from her build and the way her hair was designed, he suspected she was an elfin bard of some sort. He smiled at her wickedly and reached out to stroke her cheek, ignoring the jerk of her head as she pulled away from him. Today is your lucky day, milady he said, giving her a half bow. Today your life will be spared. He turned to his men and raised his fist high. Here me now, all of you. This lady will be spared as I take her as my royal consort and as my just reward for this great victory today! The crowd of soldiers roared in appreciation and with a flick of his hand, the lady was drawn from the line and taken away. I will come for you later, milady Lord Thomas said as he watched her walk away, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips. And I know Ill enjoy it when I do, he thought.