“...my King, it is of little concern. I implore you.”

Princess Karolin had tuned out the days meetings, for the most part. For a young woman, it wasn’t of much concern – especially the third daughter of royalty. At most, Karolin would have to worry about being married off to some powerful Duke to placate him, or some local princeling to provide them some legitimacy. Why her father insisted she attend these boring affairs, she could not say.

“I did not ask your opinion, Lord Chancellor. I asked for your report.” Karolin’s father, King Gregor ‘Iron-Hand’, spat the words out with a tinge of bitterness. It wasn’t the first time the Chancellor had made such an error, Karolin noted, more often than not the Lord Chancellor was attempting to assert his position at court out of turn. It was likely, she thought, he would find himself stripped of title. Karolin was too in her reverie to realize that her father had spoken to her, at first. It wasn’t until he repeated himself that Karolin realized her father had spoke to her.

“Don’t play the fool with me, girl. Provide counsel.” Gregor slammed his fist on the arm of his throne, peering over to her. The Lord Chancellor’s visage had fallen into a frustrated scowl, turning towards Karolin now, expectantly. Karolin sighed, “Father I don’t even kn--” Gregor held up his hand, sighing in disgust at the notion. Gregor motioned to the Lord Chancellor, “Repeat it.” The Lord Chancellor’s figure sagged notably, trying to hold back a groan of disappointment as he straightened himself once again, looking towards Princess Karolin now.

“Your Grace, merchants in the Eastern Marches are providing reports of a greenskin raiding party. Allegedly, this band of monstrosities is greater than average in number and is beyond the capabilities of local levies. These merchants have bypassed their lords, and petitioned the crown for aid directly. I contest…” The King raised his hand to stop the Lord Chancellor from speaking, turning his head to his daughter.

“One day, your son may be King. It may not be here, it may never come to pass – but a King must know what is important, and will rely on good counsel, counsel that may see his friends and brothers and sons butchered. I am asking you, girl, for counsel. Should the King send his troops, or should the King wait for his banners to protest?”

Karolin swallowed hard, and shook her head no. The Banners, for now, were on their own…

Hey there everyone!

Feeling a fantasy direction this evening, as presented the prompt is more about an Orcish warband that sweeps through the kingdom. I'm fully intending to work this out with someone else before hand, and not just skip straight to playing out the prompt.

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I want to discuss the prompt, and hash things out with you beforehand. I am repeating this a third time, just to make sure we're all on the same page.

Some Kinks: Gangbang, Non-Con, BDSM, Rough Sex (Choking, Slapping, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Face Fucking, etc.), D/s, Petplay (leashes, collars), Humiliation, Objectification, Body Mod (Tattoos/Brands, Piercings), Black Tears, Using the word Greenskin in the tagline for your message, among others.

Limits: Scat, Watersports, Snuff, Sounding, Vore