Unknown Village
Arthur Del Lagos rested upon a bed. Currently he was topless and adorned only his black pants. Even his helmet was placed upon the bed side table. After the declaration of war his older brother had announced. He had lost all hope in contending for the throne. He was much too complacent and reactionary. Whatever that weather was during the speech, it swayed the hearts of many. The noble houses that remained neutral and the families that didn't desire war all had a change of heart. Only his core faction remained loyal. However, even they advised him to lay low and wait out the war.
At best, he could pray to Goddess Loha and hope that Victor falls in battle. Assassination attempts were futile, the man was protected and secure. Not forgetting to mention the man himself was strong as well. Poison wouldn't work at all. A secret known only to high nobility was that with mana, one could easily purge the poison within their own system.
When Arthur compared himself to Victor, he only felt even greater envy. Whilst he lived within the safety and confines of the mighty palace walls. Arthur had been traveling the lands, saving the people and gaining strength via life and death battles. "It just doesn't make sense, how could he be so strong!?"
Arthur's intuition had told him that if he even caught the gaze of the 1st prince. He would've died. He was one of many frozen within the crowd during the declaration.
Arthur chugged another bottle of ale down his throat without a care. He had stumbled upon this village and upon meeting the village elder. He paid him a great amount of coinage for bed, food, ale and a woman to warm his bed. For tonight, he wanted to let loose. For tomorrow, he wouldn't even know which direction he should tread upon.
The wooden door opened. Revealing a timid young lady. Her face had cute dimples and freckles. Her hair was a gingery brown and her cup size was just enough to create a bump on her chest. This village was so far from the main cities that they weren't educated on the appearances of the important families and their crests. As far as this girl knew, her family had sold her night services to a rich young man who was currently on a spiritual path to find himself.
Upon peeking at Arthur's aesthetics, her cheeks became a little flush. Any other boy or male within her small village was rough and had zero care for their image. Resulting in cuts, scars and unkempt beards. This man was a prince charming out of the fairy books!
"Please, do come in and join me if you'd like." Arthur gestured towards the second mug.
"My lord, I am Cherry. It's very nice to meet you." She didn't bow, or salute or anything. She just sat down beside him before pouring herself some ale. Noticing that his mug was near empty she also refilled his.
Arthur smiled. "How nice must it be to be oblivious to everything, to have no stress and no worries..."
She picked up her mug and gestured to him. Tapping her mug on his. "Cheers!" Astonishingly, she down her mug before refilling it. When she noticed him watching her actions. She explained herself. "It's not every day I get to drink this stuff you know? It's usually only bought out for celebrations..." Now she was feeling flustered and shy.
Arthur chugged his mug down before waiting for her to finish hers. When she did, and the mugs were out of the way, and the two were tipsy enough. He pulled her into his embrace. His hands started exploring her backside, fiddling with her tunic and slowly stripping her.
She didn't have much experience, so she was happy to leave it to the prince charming. Now naked, she shyly hid her tits and her hotpot behind her hands. Arthur chuckled before stripping off his last garment. His sword already hard and ready.
Unknown Village
Arthur Del Lagos rested upon a bed. Currently he was topless and adorned only his black pants. Even his helmet was placed upon the bed side table. After the declaration of war his older brother had announced. He had lost all hope in contending for the throne. He was much too complacent and reactionary. Whatever that weather was during the speech, it swayed the hearts of many. The noble houses that remained neutral and the families that didn't desire war all had a change of heart. Only his core faction remained loyal. However, even they advised him to lay low and wait out the war.
At best, he could pray to Goddess Loha and hope that Victor falls in battle. Assassination attempts were futile, the man was protected and secure. Not forgetting to mention the man himself was strong as well. Poison wouldn't work at all. A secret known only to high nobility was that with mana, one could easily purge the poison within their own system.
When Arthur compared himself to Victor, he only felt even greater envy. Whilst he lived within the safety and confines of the mighty palace walls. Arthur had been traveling the lands, saving the people and gaining strength via life and death battles. "It just doesn't make sense, how could he be so strong!?"
Arthur's intuition had told him that if he even caught the gaze of the 1st prince. He would've died. He was one of many frozen within the crowd during the declaration.
Arthur chugged another bottle of ale down his throat without a care. He had stumbled upon this village and upon meeting the village elder. He paid him a great amount of coinage for bed, food, ale and a woman to warm his bed. For tonight, he wanted to let loose. For tomorrow, he wouldn't even know which direction he should tread upon.
The wooden door opened. Revealing a timid young lady. Her face had cute dimples and freckles. Her hair was a gingery brown and her cup size was just enough to create a bump on her chest. This village was so far from the main cities that they weren't educated on the appearances of the important families and their crests. As far as this girl knew, her family had sold her night services to a rich young man who was currently on a spiritual path to find himself.
Upon peeking at Arthur's aesthetics, her cheeks became a little flush. Any other boy or male within her small village was rough and had zero care for their image. Resulting in cuts, scars and unkempt beards. This man was a prince charming out of the fairy books!
"Please, do come in and join me if you'd like." Arthur gestured towards the second mug.
"My lord, I am Cherry. It's very nice to meet you." She didn't bow, or salute or anything. She just sat down beside him before pouring herself some ale. Noticing that his mug was near empty she also refilled his.
Arthur smiled. "How nice must it be to be oblivious to everything, to have no stress and no worries..."
She picked up her mug and gestured to him. Tapping her mug on his. "Cheers!" Astonishingly, she down her mug before refilling it. When she noticed him watching her actions. She explained herself. "It's not every day I get to drink this stuff you know? It's usually only bought out for celebrations..." Now she was feeling flustered and shy.
Arthur chugged his mug down before waiting for her to finish hers. When she did, and the mugs were out of the way, and the two were tipsy enough. He pulled her into his embrace. His hands started exploring her backside, fiddling with her tunic and slowly stripping her.
She didn't have much experience, so she was happy to leave it to the prince charming. Now naked, she shyly hid her tits and her hotpot behind her hands. Arthur chuckled before stripping off his last garment. His sword already hard and ready.
