You raise your head and have a look at the princess. She is beautiful and very powerful-looking.
"Princess Diane, the conqueror of..." you hear someone read the long announcement.
"Lower your head, slave!" the guard to your right whispers. "Show respect or we're both dead."
You turn and give the guard a glare.
"Fuck you, bitch!" you say loudly and defiantly. The whole room falls silent. Even the announcer stops.
The terrified guard drops to her knees and hangs her head. "Please forgive us your Highness! We shall slay him immediately!" she blabbers, obviously terrified. So you push your shocking play further.
"Oh, yeah, you cock sucking whore let me out of this fucking cage then we'll see who'll slay whom," you say, your narrowing eyes burrowing the guard.
Suddenly, the silent room is pierced with the Princess' laugh. "Do it!" she says. "Let him out and have him fight the guard. No weapons!"
The cage is immediately opened and you step out, straightening your back and stretching your muscles. "Darn, it feels pleasant!" you think. You stare at the Princess with your head up high and then turn to the guard, who has dropped her spear. She comes at you with no skill at all - just brute, dumb force. You step out of the way of her punch and push her in the cage. It hurts like hell, as it should, and the guard loses her balance and thrust her on the ground in pain. You may be considered a weaker sex here, but you sure as hell weren’t brought up like one in your culture! You step to the guard and plant your kick just below her chest, straight into another extremely painful spot. That's guaranteed to make anyone roll in pain for a while.
Two armed guards rush at you, but you run squarely at them growling, flipping over your head one and knocking her down before the second one grabs you. It is an unfair fight and one that will likely end with your death, but damn it, if you're gonna die you're gonna die fighting, not rotting in some medieval prison. You slip out of the grip and duck as she punches the other guard by mistake.
"Enough!" you hear the Princess say and most guards in the room rush at you, knocking you down and then bringing you back up to your feet secured.
She comes close to you and you defiantly stare at her pretty face, framed by blond hair and her large, armor-coated tits. She looks you over as well.
"He's cute," she says to no one in particular, "and horny." Then she turns to you and studies your anger-filled eyes. "I will give you freedom," she says.
"Well, thank you, Your fucking Highness," you throw sarcastically, "you and your goons were the ones who took it from me in the first place."
She stops a guard, who was ready to plunge her long dagger into your heart, and puts a finger to her lips. "Listen," she says. "That is not all. I will give you wealth, prestige and a noble title, if you swear allegiance to me and become one of my knights."
"Diane!" the Queen exclaims standing up. "You are going too far. The knights are the best ladies from the best families who are fanatically loyal to you, and you want to put this, this, despicable barbarian whore in their midst!"
Your gut reaction is to counter the insult, but you shut up, realizing that Diane is arguing for your cause and opening your trap now will only make her job more difficult. Diane, in the meantime, walks towards her mother.
"Mother, did you not delegate command of our kingdom's military forces to me? You said I am a talented commander, didn't you?" The Queen just nods. "Mother, do you know why I ride a stallion in battle rather than a stronger female horse? It is because my women ride horses and their horses desire my stallion. They follow him fanatically into battle and fight extra hard to protect him, and me. Now, this man here is a natural warrior. He should've been born a woman, but he is a man, and a cute one. If he leads, women will follow him anywhere and fight harder under him than they would under any woman. It is things like this that make me a great commander, mother."
The Queen nods. "Very well, Diane, I trust your judgment. Do what you have to do."
The Princess grins and walks back to you. "Well, you have heard my offer. Will you swear to me and be my knight or do you choose to be my slave in bed instead?"
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