PhoenixTease
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Fortune Favours (closed for PleasureBot69)
King Erik of Brome
Age: 25
Following a smart carriage Erik kicked his horse to spur it on as he rode, silently sneering at the land he could see around him, land that he intended would one day be his. Although he'd brought a significant number of his soldiers with him he knew no-one in Ardall would even think to stop him, they all thought he would be coming to offer his best wishes for the forthcoming nuptials, but Erik had other plans.
The kingdom of Ardall neighboured that of Brome, the kingdom which had become his own since his father, the old king, had sadly passed away not two months before. Not that Erik grieved deeply, he'd poisoned the man himself. Now he didn't have to pretend, didn't have to act the dutiful heir and loving son, he could finally be himself.
Ever since Erik's mother had died in childbirth, Erik's father had doted on his son, ordering that anything he wished for should be given to him. The only thing Erik was denied was his father's precious time, spoiling the boy until he was as rotten as his father had been kind. The two old kings of Brome and Ardall had been firm friends until the king of Ardall had died four years before, leaving his fourteen year old daughter heiress to the kingdom and the lords of the land in charge until she came of age, married and could rule, for the law dictated a single woman could not rule the kingdom. And rather than accept Erik's betrothal and seek to join the two lands the girl decided to wed Lord Rowan, one of her father's knights instead, angering Erik until he could not deny his hunger for power any longer. If he couldn't have what he wanted any other way he would take it by force and he intended to have precisely what he wanted from now on.
Sullenly Erik gestured to his soldiers to ride faster, soldiers who had found themselves very quickly promoted in the new king's army when they allowed their meaner sides to show. They were but a few hundred feet from the princess' carriage now and he wanted to cover the distance as quickly as possible, didn't want there to be any chance of being seen or any alarm being raised until he'd completed his plans.
Drawing level with the carriage the group surrounded the vehicle and it's guards, pulling their swords. A frantic fight ensued as the Ardall soldiers realised their true intention but they'd been caught by surprise and it wasn't long before Erik's men had left no-one alive but the princess. Erik ordered two of his soldiers to leave their horses and jump aboard the carriage to drive the contraption. He himself dismounted and reached for the door to get to his prize inside.
King Erik of Brome
Age: 25
Following a smart carriage Erik kicked his horse to spur it on as he rode, silently sneering at the land he could see around him, land that he intended would one day be his. Although he'd brought a significant number of his soldiers with him he knew no-one in Ardall would even think to stop him, they all thought he would be coming to offer his best wishes for the forthcoming nuptials, but Erik had other plans.
The kingdom of Ardall neighboured that of Brome, the kingdom which had become his own since his father, the old king, had sadly passed away not two months before. Not that Erik grieved deeply, he'd poisoned the man himself. Now he didn't have to pretend, didn't have to act the dutiful heir and loving son, he could finally be himself.
Ever since Erik's mother had died in childbirth, Erik's father had doted on his son, ordering that anything he wished for should be given to him. The only thing Erik was denied was his father's precious time, spoiling the boy until he was as rotten as his father had been kind. The two old kings of Brome and Ardall had been firm friends until the king of Ardall had died four years before, leaving his fourteen year old daughter heiress to the kingdom and the lords of the land in charge until she came of age, married and could rule, for the law dictated a single woman could not rule the kingdom. And rather than accept Erik's betrothal and seek to join the two lands the girl decided to wed Lord Rowan, one of her father's knights instead, angering Erik until he could not deny his hunger for power any longer. If he couldn't have what he wanted any other way he would take it by force and he intended to have precisely what he wanted from now on.
Sullenly Erik gestured to his soldiers to ride faster, soldiers who had found themselves very quickly promoted in the new king's army when they allowed their meaner sides to show. They were but a few hundred feet from the princess' carriage now and he wanted to cover the distance as quickly as possible, didn't want there to be any chance of being seen or any alarm being raised until he'd completed his plans.
Drawing level with the carriage the group surrounded the vehicle and it's guards, pulling their swords. A frantic fight ensued as the Ardall soldiers realised their true intention but they'd been caught by surprise and it wasn't long before Erik's men had left no-one alive but the princess. Erik ordered two of his soldiers to leave their horses and jump aboard the carriage to drive the contraption. He himself dismounted and reached for the door to get to his prize inside.
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