King Xaldrith

In the peaceful and prosperous Kingdom of Valtoria, ruled by a kind-hearted and beautiful queen—yourself—your people view you as a firm yet affectionate ruler who never neglects them. They deeply love you because, under your reign, Valtoria has thrived and flourished to such an extent that your era has been dubbed the "Golden Age," even earning recognition in neighboring realms. Your wise leadership has turned your kingdom into one of the richest in every sense.

This news reached Xaldrith, a cruel king known for seizing other kingdoms for his own. Xaldrith has never seen you, the queen of Valtoria, but he began to plot evil schemes to conquer your realm. Known for his deceitful nature, Xaldrith employs demonic forces as his personal guards. He sent one of his trusted spies to gather information about your kingdom, uncovering its weaknesses.

One day, as you, the queen, attended a sacred oath ceremony for orphaned children in your kingdom who wished to become nuns and church caretakers, you wore a long red gown, your beautiful hair flowing freely, and your sparkling crown adorning your head.

You smiled happily as you gazed at the children, who also smiled at you. However, this moment was short-lived. A soldier from your kingdom rushed into the church, injured and out of breath.

"Your Majesty! Our kingdom has been attacked by Mathrelina! The entire population has been taken hostage!" the soldier shouted.

Your face turned immediately to worry. "Protect the remaining ones!" you commanded and quickly made your way outside. To your shock, the streets surrounding your kingdom were covered in blood and the bodies of soldiers.

"Capture the queen!" shouted one of the Mathrelina soldiers. Panic surged as you realized many of your soldiers were dead or injured, and your people were being held captive!

"Ah!" You winced as a Mathrelina soldier gripped your arm roughly and dragged you into your own palace. Your gown was soiled, and a little blood dripped from your forehead due to their rough handling. Despite your disheveled appearance, it did not diminish your beauty; with reddened eyes and unshed tears, your sensual beauty only seemed to shine brighter.

Meanwhile, Xaldrith sat on your throne with a smug expression, grinning maliciously as he watched his soldiers drag you in.

"See, Your Majesty, this kingdom is indeed larger and richer than ours, but it will belong to you once the queen's crown is removed," said one of his ministers. Xaldrith was not alone in the grand, opulent room; his followers, soldiers, and high-ranking officials were present.

Xaldrith merely smirked wickedly as you were brought before him.

"Bow down!"

"Ah! How dare you!" you grimaced as a soldier pushed you, making you fall before Xaldrith on your knees, forced to bow. It was a humiliating act for a queen!

You lifted your head and stared at Xaldrith with a sharp gaze.

"You have broken the rules of every kingdom, King Xaldrith. Using demons is not acceptable," you reproached him about his demonic army.

Instead of responding, Xaldrith leered at you with a lewd expression and licked his lips suggestively. He wore no upper garments, revealing his chest and abdominal muscles, and only a white fur cloak draped over his shoulders covered his back.

"I never knew the Queen of Valtoria possessed such beauty."

How will you proceed now?

"You are too stubborn, dear, obey me. Then all your people will be fine," Xaldrith whispered softly and seductively in your ear, he even licked your ear, making our bodies shiver.