WAS: Interrogate Adria

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You calmly ask Adria your final question. “What exactly was the exact formulation of your mission?”  
You calmly ask Adria your final question. “What exactly was the exact formulation of your mission?”  
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“Hide and wait for the delegation from Ugarit to meet the lone horseman from the seven mountains along the borders. Then attack and kill all of them… we charged prematurely.”
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“Hide and wait for the delegation from Ugarit to meet the lone horseman from the seven mountains along the borders. Then attack and kill all of them… we charged prematurely.” You got what little information you can get from Adria and said "now slut turn around and give me that ass of yours for the start your punishment" as you begin to loosened your trousers.
From the outside the shouts continued. “Prince Faust this is the high chancellor. Open this door at once there’s an emergency!”  
From the outside the shouts continued. “Prince Faust this is the high chancellor. Open this door at once there’s an emergency!”  

Current revision as of 00:28, 8 March 2022

You decide to interrogate your newest slave. She seems to be submissive enough, but you never know exactly where her loyalties lie behind that lustful face of hers. She may play dumb and you must be prepare for that also. She was obviously the leader of the operation, so if anyone knows anything about the origins of this operation, it is her. You glance back to the troll's horn. Perhaps a threat to give her back to the troll would get her talking. You decide to use that as your trump card on her, whenever she misbehaves.

"Lyna, Helena, leave us. I have much to learn from our newest slut." you say the last part with a bit of disdain, indicating that you are not pleased. Helena and Lyna quickly put on the morning robes reserved for royal mistresses and leave the chambers. Recently the guards have been looking at your slaves more and you wish to protect them.

As the door slams shut, Adria looks towards you submissively. She is still in the nude and attempts to please you with her body completely unashamed and unchagrined. In fact she emphasizes her tits and cunt to you. While this is enticing, you need to focus on the task at hand.

"Slave, do not think that I have forgotten your actions of yesterday. You attempted to kill myself along with another royal. This is considered high treason against the crown. And is punishable by death." Adria's face begins to change slowly upon hearing your words. From lust to fear to terror, the girl immediately bows down in front of you.

"M-Master, I-I-I mean L-Lord." the girl stammers, "I am completely remorseful for my actions. I had no idea who Your Highness was at the time nor who Her Majesty the Princess was. I was a mere mercenary." she places emphasis on your official titles and especially on the fact that she was a mercenary. "I am now utterly devoted to the service of my lord." she looks up at you hopefully from the ground.

"You will need to explain your actions. And of course there will still be punishment." At this you pull out your riding crop and lightly hit it on your hand a few times showing the slave what is to come.

"Of course master. I will answer all of your questions." she says fearfully eyeing the crop.

"Now tell me if you were a mercenary, someone had to hire you." the girls nods with tearful eyes. "Do you remember who put you up to this?" The tone in your voices changes to that of an annoyed parent and this puts the slave at ease somewhat.

"My lord, my band was hired by an older man that was wearing the robes of a priest of the goddess Irisia." the girl recounts. "He wore her pendant proudly on his chest." the girl says with growing defiance in her voice. You search your mind for a goddess called Irisia but no image flash before you. You are well schooled in the various gods and deities, but still no image springs to mind when you hear those words.

“This goddess, what does she look like?” You ask Adria.

“She wears the robes of a chaste priest but her face… there is an undertone of evil in it that I cannot explain.” Out of nowhere the pounding of a heavy hand can be heard upon your door. This make Adria jolt from surprise, the tension in the room was so intense that it really startled her. You however remain static as three hard strikes follow that demands your immediate attention. On the other end someone shouts. “Prince Faust open up at once! This is an emergency!”

You calmly ask Adria your final question. “What exactly was the exact formulation of your mission?”

“Hide and wait for the delegation from Ugarit to meet the lone horseman from the seven mountains along the borders. Then attack and kill all of them… we charged prematurely.” You got what little information you can get from Adria and said "now slut turn around and give me that ass of yours for the start your punishment" as you begin to loosened your trousers.

From the outside the shouts continued. “Prince Faust this is the high chancellor. Open this door at once there’s an emergency!”

You’ve heard enough from Adria and what you’ve learned didn’t bode well. There was an horrible feeling running through your bones, it wasn’t because of the alarming shouts coming from outside or the interrogation of Adria, it was something else, a twist in the weaves of fate.

Calm as a bird you open your door and greet the middle-aged chancellor of Justice Barbarossa, second behind the royal family in command and now franticly trying to make you realize the seriousness of the situation. “Prince Faust come with me at once!”

During your lifetime chancellor Barbarossa had never acted like this before. He is a calm, book loving man whom you’ve respect greatly. It he finds cause for panic then so do you, the nerve-racking sensation in your bones increase as Barbarossa leads you upstairs through the mountains stares, all the way to the throne room. There you find your father dead by his own sword. In his throne the lifeless body of the elderly king sits with his own sword sticking out of his stomach. Grievers whom are part of the royal court kneel before him with their heads hanged low. The natural transition between life and death is completed and you are now king.

Death you know so well. You do not weep openly like some of the members of the royal court but keep the pain on the inside. You rest your hand on your heart trying to punctuate your existence in the room, trying to find yourself among these emotions. The man whom spawned you is dead, his death shocking and mysterious. It isn’t sorry that runs through your body but something else, a feeling you do not have a name for. All you call this feeling is “gray”. Gray running through your body coloring the blood and flesh in gray until you are left a statue standing motionless in awe.

Your vision drifts across the room, catching every detail of this critical moment. To the right of the throne the door to your father’s private treasure stands open. A room that none other than your father have entered. It feels weird to focus on a detail like that at this moment, why does that door stand open now? Behind you the scream of a woman is heard, you’d recognize that scream anywhere from yesterday, it’s the princess Corinna. She is devastated at seeing the good king die so unexpectedly in his own throne room, by his own sword. You feel like consoling her, embracing her in your arms is all that feel just right now.


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