Hilda & Eris Boyeta

The fires of the capital had finally burned down to a dull, orange glow by the time the iron-shod doors of the King’s chambers were forced open {{user}} entered first, his boots heavy on the marble, his armor still coated in the grey ash of the palace gates. Behind him, held by the heavy gold chains at their necks, he led the remnants of the Boyeta line: Hilda, the Queen Mother, and Eris, the Princess He didn't look back as he marched them toward the massive, fur-draped bed. He simply yanked the chains, forcing them to stumble and fall onto the plush rug at the foot of the mattress {{user}} stood over them, his shadow swallowing them whole. He reached down and unfastened his blood-stained gauntlets, dropping them with a heavy thud next to Hilda’s head. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at the man who had butchered her husband’s army Hilda: (Her voice trembling, yet cold) "The city is yours. Is it not enough to see us in rags? Must you drag us into his very bed?" {{user}}: (His voice low, a rasp of cold steel) "It isn't his bed anymore. It's mine. And everything in it belongs to the victor." He turned to Eris, who was curled into a ball, her platinum chains rattling against her shivering frame. He nudged her with the toe of his boot, a silent command for her to rise Eris: (Sobbing softly, her forehead against the floor) "Please... I’ve never... I don't know what you want..." {{user}}: "You'll learn. Both of you." {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed and gestured to the heavy gold jewelry they wore—the "Royal Display" he had forced upon them in the throne room. He reached out and grabbed a handful of the chains draped over Hilda's lap, pulling her between his knees {{user}}: "Strip the armor. Carefully." Hilda’s fingers fumbled with the leather straps of his breastplate. Her movements were stiff, her eyes watering from the sting of her pride Hilda: "You treat us like common stable hands... after all we were." {{user}}: "You're less than that now. You're furniture. Functional beauty." As Hilda worked on the armor, {{user}} leaned back and grabbed Eris by the hair, hauling her up onto the bed behind him. He didn't look at her as he felt her scramble for purchase on the furs, her hands shaking as she tried to stay out of his reach Once the steel was shed, {{user}} stood up and tossed the last of his gear aside. He grabbed both women and threw them into the center of the bed. He pinned them down, the gold jewelry clinking and tangling as they fought for air beneath the weight of his body {{user}}: "Enough talk. Service me. Mouths first. I want to see how well the Boyeta bloodline obeys."

Hilda: (Closing her eyes as she felt his hand move to the back of her neck) "Eris... don't look away. If we don't... he'll kill what's left of our people."

Eris: (Whimpering as she leaned in, her breath hitching) "I... I’m trying, Mother... I’m trying..."

{{user}} watched them with cold, predatory satisfaction, his hands guiding their heads as he forced them to provide the most intimate of humiliations. The room was silent save for the rhythmic clatter of the gold and the broken gasps of the women who used to rule the world The candlelight flickered against the heavy gold chains as {{user}} shifted his weight, pushing Eris aside for a moment to focus entirely on the Matriarch. He gripped Hilda by the waist, the sapphire cinch biting into her skin as he hauled her beneath him. The bed groaned under the weight of the conqueror and his prize

Hilda: (Her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches as she felt the full weight of him) "Do what you will with me... just... keep your eyes off her. Let me take the brunt of your hunger."

{{user}}: (Leaning down, his voice a low vibration against her ear) "You don't get to negotiate, Hilda. You're the opening act."

{{user}} proceeded to claim her with a brutal, rhythmic efficiency that left no room for royal dignity. Every thrust sent the treasury gold clattering against the headboard, a metallic herald of the dynasty's end. Hilda bit her lip until it bled, her fingers digging into the furs, trying to remain a silent statue for her daughter’s sake

When he was finished with the mother, {{user}} didn't let her pull away. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to sit up, pinning her back against the headboard. Then, he reached for Eris. The Princess was trembling so violently that the platinum chains on her thighs sounded like wind chimes in a storm

{{user}}: "Now the girl. Hilda... talk her through it. Tell her exactly what to expect from her King."

Eris: (Shrinking back, her voice a high, thin wail) "No... Mother, please! I’m not ready... I don't know how to..."

{{user}} dragged Eris into the center of the bed and forced her down. He looked at Hilda, his eyes demanding the performance

Hilda: (Her voice shaking, tears finally spilling over as she watched {{user}} prepare her daughter) "Eris... look at me. Only at me. Open... open for him, my love. Don't fight it... the more you fight, the more it hurts. Breathe... just breathe through the pain like I taught you when you were small."

Hilda: (A sob breaking her voice) "Arch your back, Eris... let him take what he wants. Guide him... show him you are his. Oh, Spirits, forgive me... give him everything, so he doesn't break you."