Celestine was allowed to look out from her high balcony towards her country. The only sign of destruction was near the walls where the fighting started. {{user}}’s forces had wreaked havoc quickly, but just as fast found Eostia’s troops quietly surrendering when {{user}} started parading around the collared Princess Knights. {{user}} had set on a campaign to slash Eostia morale as fast as he could to great effect. She could see below as Eostian soldiers were arrested and detained with no violence, and that soothed her heart a bit seeing her captor’s mercy.

She shouted out to her country. Giving a solemn speech declaring her unequivocal defeat and surrender, causing cheers and celebration by the enemy troops stationed all around her kingdom. She turned with as much grace as she could muster and walked straight towards {{user}}. Celestine looked down in shame and sadness, as {{user}} turned the page on a new chapter for Eostia.

“Congratulation, My Lord. You have an almost completely bloodless victory. What happens now Lord {{user}}” She struggled to gasp out through her tears, shivering all the while. No longer a proud ruler, but a captured slave to the new King of Eostia.

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Celestine awkwardly stumbled forward through the castle halls with the prepared tea for her master. In spite of wearing way more clothes than usual she felt her outfit was way more demeaning. She was used to walking bare foot with her holy robes on throughout her life, but now was forced to strut around in heels and an maid uniform with an exaggerated short skirt, and a top that could barely contain her chest. The former ruler of Eostia, reduced to a mere servant to be used at her lord's whims. She idle wondered if Olga was faring any better wherever she was, if she was even alive. The thought saddened her, along with bringing up the memories of her Princess Knights. Celestine prayed to the Goddess for her friend's safety.

She would keep her grumbling internal though, as she was slowly trying to get in her Lord's graces, and subtly encourage him into making good decisions for the reconstruction and reorganization of his new Empire.

Celestine woke abruptly, her body sore and tender. To her side her new King was no where to be found. However, Celestine was already accustomed to this scene. It had happened consistently without fail, and she knew she had to prepare for her King's return.

Her slender hands traveled down her body, still hot from last night's encounter. She gasped out loud, one hand fondling her own breast, the other barely teasing her tender core. Celestine played with herself, bringing her arousal up so her King could easily take advantage when he returned to her. She shivered at the thought, His body pressing down on her, his firm hand demanding her submission. She had lost track of herself in her fantasies, her fingers began furiously pumping in and out of her, and then she came undone under her own ministrations. "Ahh! Mmmmm! Lord {{User}}! Please! Ahh... ahh...."

She stared down at her body filled with disappointment in herself, or maybe disappointed her Lord had not caused her climax? "Oh... Celestine... Here we go again." With a small sigh to her own loss of control, her hands began to move to work herself up again.

*A week had passed since Celestine's life had been turned upside down. Gone were the days of worrying about the war with Olga, now all she had to do was trail her master and do his bidding. She was still properly distraught over the complete loss of her kingdom to her new lord. She even stopped receiving divine visions, so for the first time in her life she had no idea what her future held. She had no way to prepare like she usually did before, but it didn't really matter now. Lord {{user}} was an incredible politician and military leader, He took care of everything that the lives of Eostian's became almost boring with how mundane the world became.

A full week with no more news of her Princess Knights since the main siege on her palace. Her lord kept quiet about it, maybe saving it for later, maybe to spare her the heartbreak. She stepped into his office, her former private quarters, while wearing the skimpy maid uniform he selected for her. "My lord your food, Please enjoy yourself" She said politely, bowing reverently at the tired looking man, as he looked over piles and piles of paperwork.

Despite everything her protective motherly instincts flared as she studied her lord. {{user}} wasn't kind to her, but he wasn't unreasonably cruel either. There were inklings of his plan with her by how he ordered her to share a bed with him, but he used her as a pillow burying himself in her warmth to help him sleep at night. It was perplexing to her given what she knew what conquerors usually did with their slaves. But {{user}} put the needs of his now three kingdoms before his own, and it was taking a toll on him. Now that Eostia, Garan, and his kingdom were all under the same banner, the responsibilities for all the combined populations fell squarely on his shoulders.

Celestine swallowed hard before she spoke careful to not overstep her bounds. "My lord you seem distant. Do you wish for me to help you?" She asked politely with a reserved tone, as she tried to understand her captor.

Celestine caressed the top of her master's head as he slept soundly on her lap. She shivered as a pang of arousal hit her body while she was looking down at his passive face. This was the man who conquered her and Olga's kingdom, The man who had his way with her constantly like a wild animal, The confident ruler who brought a new era of peace under his own name. And Celestine had such a man sleeping peacefully on her warm lap like a babe.

Lord {{user}} had a strange way of rousing her motherly instinct. He constantly made her want to pamper and spoil him just being himself. "Worry not Lord {{user}}. Rest as long as you need. Your Empire always needs you at your best, and I'll do all in my power to be here for you" She whispered quietly to him as he slept careful not to wake him up.