This choice: "Do you have daughters, Hogar Two Eyed?" • Go Back...Chapter #5Something by: Yote   "Do you have any daughters, Hogar?"
"Probably," Hogar glowered.
Ivar chuckled. "Very well. What do you know of women?"
It was the first time any in the room had ever seen Hogar look panicked. The old warrior glared around at the lords, suspicious that he was being made fun of. "Enough. Why?"
"In little more than a week, the Prince and soon-to-be-King of Ordania arrives here to marry my daughter." The King gestured to the large mound of human figurines piled just across the border to Ordania. The Ordania pieces were worn and notched from use, their paint peeling. Tryzantium had been at war with the neighboring kingdom, off and on, for centuries. "After they're wed, their delegation will negotiate a binding peace contract between our kingdoms-"
"- allowing us to redeploy our forces away from the Ordanian border, sweeping North to smash the Orcs advance-"
"- but only if the wedding goes ahead. The Ordanians are a miserable lot, as you know. Devoutly religious. If they find my daughter's... integrity to be anything less than perfect, they'll refuse the marriage. What's more, they'll take it as a personal insult, and..."
With both hands, Ivar pushed the mound of Ordanian soldiers across the border to sit atop Tryzantium.
"You hardly need worry, Ivar. Your daughter is the size of a horse."
"Was the size of the horse. Was. Ever since that blasted Goddess blessed her, she's had every soldier, stableboy, and Lord's son chasing after her. It is driving me to my wit's end. I can trust nobody but myself to watch over her. I only dared leave her side while she helps her mother in her embroidery." He shuddered to recall the sinful images the young, sex-starved princess had absently stitched into her mother's tapestries. He'd had to salt and burn every one of them.
"A chastity belt-"
"-has been tried. They explode off her."
"Eunuchs."
"They. Grow. Back," the King growled. The Lords murmured in alarm. "It is a very powerful fertility enchantment. The Goddess' blessing will not be denied by a mere castration."
Hogar was silent, troubled, as he considered the military consequences. Tryzantium could scarce afford another war with Ordania, not with soldiers spread so thin already across the borders. "This is magic, beyond my understanding. We should consult the wizard." He glared with mismatched eyes around at the Lords. "Well what are you still sitting there for? Class dismissed!"
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"What does a wizard need with a tower this blasted tall!" Hogar huffed, red-faced, as the two men assaulted the spiral stairs to the wizard's lofty study. After an age, they came across a door. Hogar practically kicked it down.
Janus reclined at his desk, his violet robes hiked up around his knees, his feet up on a stack of eldritch tomes bound in cured human flesh, but at the sight of the king he stood bolt upright, smoothing his crumpled robes and brushing the crumbs from his long, grey beard. He searched futilely for his wizard hat among the piles of books and heaps of scrolls that filled his study. "My lord!" he said, bowing deeply. "What brings you up here on such a fine day?"
"My daughter," Ivar wheezed. "We're here to make sure my daughter remains a virgin until her wedding day."
The blood ran from Janus' face. "My k-king, I can explain! I never touched your daughter! Well... muh-maybe her breasts... and the r-rest of her... but I was in the form of her handmaiden and we-we were just bathing her, there was zero penetra-"
"What in the world are you gibbering about, man!?" Hogar bellowed. "We need you to use your arcane arts to undo the spell of lust cast over the Princess by the church."
"Oh... you didn't mean... nevermind." Janus collapsed back into his chair, wiping the sweat from his brow with a trembling hand. He shook his head. "And no, it can't be done. The Bountiful Blessing of the Goddess is holy magic. Arcane magic won't even touch it." He gulped as the penetrating gaze of the King drilled into him. "Uh, w-what I mean to say is, the blessing cannot be removed but..."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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