WAS: Leave the swamp and head back home
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Your arms begin the work of shedding the armour when you think 'What if this is wrong?'. | Your arms begin the work of shedding the armour when you think 'What if this is wrong?'. | ||
*Will you: | *Will you: | ||
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*[[WAS: Get some sleep?]] | *[[WAS: Get some sleep?]] | ||
*[[WAS: Tell Corinne that you want to go home, then go on your horse with her and ride away]] | *[[WAS: Tell Corinne that you want to go home, then go on your horse with her and ride away]] | ||
[[Category:War and Sex]] | [[Category:War and Sex]] | ||
Revision as of 00:53, 30 May 2011
You and Princes Corrine get on the horse and ride out of the swamps. You ride for hours and hours, until your hunger overcomes you and you finally stop at a rock and take out a few pieces of bread and cheese. You offer some to the princess, and she smiles as she takes it, eating like she hasn't had a morsel of food in her life. After this small, brief dinner you start a conversation, eager to learn more about your allies. After all, you will inherit your father's kingdom one day. You must prepare.
"So, what is it like to be Princess of Ugarit?" you ask, feigning interest in her.
"Terrible! Absolutely terrible." Corrine replies, with a huff of breath, crossing her arms.
"Most would consider being royalty a good thing." You say.
"No. It's been terrible. At least since my father, King Is'Lador, forced me to marry some snotty prince from a territory we own in the north, Trudeua. The man is a pig. Even his name almost reeks of their stink. Prince Matmers TeBrefua."
A sick but interesting thought entered your head. The punishment of the bandit leader left you wanting. Would she...? You smile seductively and whisper your question to her. You remember the look of lust she had had earlier; her feelings towards her husband left no doubt as to what she would do.
Her eyes got wide, and she smiles a devilish grin, managing to mumble "It would be nice. Much better then TeBreufa. Yes... Yes.. It would be wonderful." Your arms begin the work of shedding the armour when you think 'What if this is wrong?'.
