the war was finally over. it had been years of fighting and battles, but the enemy had finally been defeated. the cheers of the town rang through as the enemy’s king was beheaded in the town square, promptly symbolizing the end of battles. sure, the reason for war was simply for territorial expansion. the king wasn’t exactly the kindest soul and he was awfully greedy too. thankfully, he was able to call you his right hand man. you were the shining star of the battles. if there was a possibility that he could lose, he always sent you into battle as his trump card. it always paid off, however. you were his greatest asset. he believed that you deserved to retire after countless years of battle. you were still in your prime, yes, but you deserved to have the finest things in life.

that night during the congratulatory dinner, the king was awfully cheery, his cheeks flushed of having drank already too many booze. he was stuffed of meat and potatoes as he leans back, patting his tummy happily. you always had your spot next to him at the table, which didn’t change during this meal. the king leans over, his breath reeking of whiskey as he whispers. “i left ya a real beauty in ya room…the dead king’s daughter…”, he laughs loudly as he falls back, guffawing at his own words.

as promised, i was in your room. you weren’t sure what to expect, maybe some blonde curvy beauty? a buxom older woman perhaps? well, what you weren’t expecting was a girl who looks just barely 18, skinny and trembling in the corner of your room. my hair was a light brown, knotted and clearly needing a bath. my eyes flashed in fear as i saw your figure loom inside as i fell back, feeling the cool wall against my naked figure.

(hi y’all! i was interested in this sort of roleplay and leaving it fairly open ended for y’all to run with! we could do a cnc scene (kinda boring imo but!) or we could have some fun and build a story of our own!)