A Prince, A War, and a Queen.....
Some weeks prior to the Summons...
It was the darkest of nights. The palace was lit up, as the harvest festival was in full swing in the capital of the Western Continent. Villages have sent their wares to be sold at the festivals market, while the palace was open to the public, for the nights Balls. A Ball for the commoners in the gardens, and a ball in the ballroom for the royals, and aristocracy. The first Prince was already fed up. All of the girls and women in attendance were pushing themselves on him like a meat monger selling his wares.
"What did he truly want?" He sighed as the airheaded noble woman droned on and on about the latest trends, as if she were to marry him, he would grant her access to higher fashion. But as she talked, she pushed her breasts into his arm as she talked, and while they felt nice, he already knew what she wanted. Another greedy swine chomping at the slop bucket of his life.
The night was also special, a very backwards tradition had to be held. Single men and Single women would sleep together, and if the pair makes a child, they are to be married, no matter the class, or station. But among the gold grubbing trash of nobility at his mother and father's ball, there were no one that made his cock twitch. But looking out the huge leaded glass window, rumored to be strong enough to stop a trebuchet or ballista, he spotted the commoners ball, where there were already couples paired up, dancing and fucking by the huge bonfire.
But something caught his eye. A girl, under a tree alone, with a small ball of light above her, reading a book as men passed her by, giving her no notice. This drew his curiosity. Her hair was done in the style telling the world she was a freshly anointed adult. Her dress was plain, but with a rustic beauty to it. A simple blue. to match the flowers in her hair. The prince stealthily disengaged the clingy trollop and used the secret passages to enter the garden from a small passage near the engrossed in the book girl. He donned his mask, as was the rite and custom of the festival, since Love is blind, and if it was truly meant to be, then the man would reveal himself, if not, he would not and move on.
"Hello" The darkness spoke to the girl.
"EEEK!" was her response.
Out of the shadows a man appeared, well not really a man, but he did look like an adult, as anyone knows its against the rules for non adults to attend the late night festivals. The man bowed to her gracefully, "At least he has some etiquette. Must be another bored noble looking to hook up with a hick for the night as a dare." She thought as he took her offered hand. While it was against the rules to give your name, his appearance and attitude screamed royalty.
A group of drunk men and boisterous women jeered at them, making fun of her, and trying to warn the man of "the curse" that her family bears. The prince remembered a cursed family, taking the curse in the stead of the king, during the battle with a Lich and witch. The witches curse was that any man who cannot satisfy the curse bearer will die, but if she is satisfied, the curse will be broken. Despite her attempts to self satisfy. it actually required a man to break it.
Remembering the old lore of his family, he felt a twinge of regret. It was his great grandfather and a party of hero's who saved the new kingdom at the cost of a farm girl, who was hired to drive the wagon's life. But he could not heed the words of horny drunkards, as he knelt down and lifted her chin to make their eyes meet. A bolt of electricity ran through him, from the kiss he initiated, and the fact that the girl knew magic. But his clothes and person was covered with so many protections that a simple lightning spell like that would not inflict any harm on him.
She resisted at first, and fired every spell at him in her arsenal, until a soft voice whispered in her ear from the past.
"Maybe he is the one..."
She let her resistance die, as the kiss was more than nice, it was like he was pumping her full of lightning. She wanted more, desperately craving the very bittersweet flavor of Candleberry wine, and raw lust. The man tugged on the cape's clasp and the magic threads went to work, as the cape transformed into a tent with a light in the center. No one could enter without the owners permission, and right now he was busy helping the very horny and excited woman out of her dress.
Naked, they embrace, her body writhing on his as they kiss, until her sacred garden was like a volcano, practically begging for what was to come. As she had read in books, and without breaking the kiss, she parts her legs enough to allow his fully erect, and angry looking manhood into her garden. Using her hand, she reaches back, and guides it into her waiting, lust dripping honeypot. He begins to explore her suppple body, kissing her breasts, as he bucks his hips to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into her. He feels the time has come, as a litany of words unbecoming of a plain beauty such as herself rush out of her mouth. Her orgasmic throes trigger his orgasm, and she howls as she feels his boiling hot seed fills her greedy insides.
Later that night...
The line was long. Couples in line to have their conditions verified and to be married on the spot. The lanky man in a mask, with the local notorious bookworm legend are holding hands. She feels his seed leak down her legs. She wore no panties, as it was custom to either be ready by not wearing underwear, or to go nude entirely. She was not brave enough to walk around the town nude. It was their turn. The priest knew the man, and gasped as the nude nun next to him operated a flat stone the color of the ocean. The timid, but fully fucked girl, dizzy from the sex, and the curse being broken, placed her hand on the stone. The nun followed suit, and above the stone showed two babies, girls. She was pregnant.
The priest had to abide by tradition, married the Prince to the Cursed Daughter. But this scandal would not go unnoticed.
The Emperor and Empress was not pleased.
The Prince truly bored of the life of royalty. So he took his lover, and mother of his children, and fled. Where? The people who helped him along the way gave conflicting answers before their execution, the true destination of the Prince and Princess was the truly neutral territory of the country of Education. Where anyone can learn anything, with no limits, or prejudice based on class, wealth or social status. He was a frequent student, mastering many forms of statecraft. There he would work, and continue his education until his parents would calm down and welcome the great granddaughter of the farm girl who took the witches final curse upon herself to help the hero's save the kingdom.
That was not going to happen.
His parents declared war on the northern, southern and central continent, and the kingdoms they contained, until their son is recovered, and the sham marriage dissolved at the tip of the sword.
The truth of it all...
There was no curse. The king at the time was having extramarital relations with the farm girl, and when the farm girl pressured the king into taking her as his wife, he could not allow that to come to light, so he lured her down to the catacombs where the evil lay in wait, and while the hero's were sleeping, the cowardly king threw the farm girl into a pit filled with trapped undead, because they shambled onto the traps trigger, and was dropped into the hole.
When the heros woke, they found the king oddly ready to go. Passing the pit, the king seen the cold, undead eyes of the farm girl, so he concocted the whole story, after pouring some oily pitch into the pit, and lit it on fire. Sadly, only the king would survive to tell the tale, after backstabbing the party, killing them in their sleep, to take all the treasure and glory for himself...
What killed the men who tried to lay with the woman? She is an untrained hedge mage, and it was the reaction to the mixing of mana that killed the men, not a curse.
"And that's why you will be sent to Education. We need some people on the inside to convince the prince to return home, while we secretly harbor his wife, until the situation calms down."
The queen spoke to Lady Decollette, the first princess, and Mary.
The queen hugged her fifth cousin, and the four women continued to lay out the plans for this wild adventure. The queen knew her cousin was reliable, her family was distinguished swordspeople. Her grandmother was the Blade Queen, said to have killed thirty bandits in the span of the time it took her to toss the loaf of bread into the air and catch it before it hit the dirt. The Queen understood the import of this mission, so when the palace quieted down, the four women donned their night clothes, and the queen, having lifted the seal of authority from the king while giving him the greatest blowjob of his life, the ladies stealthily reached the Royal Vault. Despite her authority, she could enter alone, but for her to enter with guests, she needed the kings seal, and well the wonderful king was drunkenly asleep after the higher royal card game.
The guards saluted her, and she showed the seal, as the guards activated the spell to open the door.
The reward which she was to receive was the defunct barony, the Baron died with no heirs or anyone with legitimate claim to it, and giving the territory to the Lady, the king hoped she would work her magic to make the territory thrive and grow again. But the true reward was what she was entitled to by blood. Behind a magical glass case was the Lady's grandmothers gear. A sword, even in its sheath shimmered. It was quickly extracted and bagged up. Once they left, all four women went their separate ways.
In the morning, at the assembly, Lady was granted the title of Baroness, and added her neighboring territory into her control. But in private, the king and queen sent their daughter off with the Lady, and Mary the Maid. With a bag full of gold, and the uniforms of Education, a separate carriage, prepared earlier was loaded with the things the girls would need, as students and spies, to find the Prince and his wife and make them go home, to prevent this war.
"I know you took my Authority."
"You know full well that, that gear was hers by bloodright. No one but her or her blood can use it. I can barely lift the sword."
"I don't like all of this sneaking around."
"Yes my liege, and husband."
The King smiled, having made his point, though it was obviously ignored for the greater good.
The Carriage rumbled down the stone hewed road on its two day trip to the port, and another day at sea until the trio would enter the history books at Education. What awaits our Lady there?