WAS: Go to your balcony to get a last look at your nation
From Create Your Own Story
You leave the warm comfort of Lyna and Helena in your bed and walk out to your balcony exposing yourself to the night’s chilly winds. All over the mountain there are several other balconies, in the distance you can see the lights from a nearby slave city. Your people only include those who dwell within the seven mountains, the farmers within your domain are simply conquered people kept alive for the purpose of growing food for your kingdom. Nowadays slavery is part of their identity, they don’t offer much resistance anymore and have accepted their place in life as slaves for your people. You soak in the atmosphere; your people surely are majestic. Living In the mountains gives your people the power of looking down on the rest of the world, none can make such a claim except for the gods.
While you start feeling frozen from the cold, you think back to your younger years. Always the vigorous adventurer one day you had decided to climb the mountain wall. It was a rush no doubt, climbing into other peoples balconies and watching them sleep, it was somehow satisfying. Soon climbing the mountains became easy and common for you, you used it to spy on people, dispose of rivals or steal away a girls virginity from time to time. The fondest climbing conquest you recall is that of your father's seventh wife; an outlander who didn't even speak your language. You met her at the age of thirteen during a mountain climb when you stopped at her balcony for rest, thus waking her from sleep. She invited you into her bed, and taught you many ways of pleasure for many weeks to come. Every night was a new lesson, until you impregnated her by accident. Luckily your father believed the child to have been his, and you were never found out.
Now that you are older, have much more power and responsibilities as well as Lyna and Helena to take care of your carnal needs there is no more time for climbing adventures. Yet, as you gaze upwards at your father’s balcony at the top of the mountain a strange feeling emerges in the back of your skull. You have always trusted your intuition; maybe there is time for another climbing adventure?
