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Coquering Prince and the Conquered Queen[Felixia_Luna and I]

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IllustriousVesparia

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The Queendom of Falena was a mighty nation that enjoyed centuries of serenity behind the veil of the divine barrier erected through a pact with the goddess many many years prior. It had given the anthro people the satisfaction of knowing they were impervious to the pains of war that other nations suffered outside of their lands, and caused the once proud warrior people to take up more complacent lifestyles. Traders, farmers, artisans, priests and priestess, with a moderate make-shift militia for the sake of having a semblance of military power. They were supposed to be unconquerable, at least they were until the war with Vesparia happened five years prior.

The King of Vesparia was always a power-hungry man who wished to bend the continent to his rule; however, what irked him more was the fact that on his own initiative he could not strike his hand at such a fertile source of resources such as Falena. Not without the power of his youngest son, Raziel Allestead Vesparia, who was born to him when the goddess herself descended in a night of passion to enact the prophecy of her Scion being born to this world. He knew the boy would be powerful and would do anything to keep that power to himself...and to make sure when he died that Raziel would be a ruler far greater than he. Even his eldest son blanched at his younger brother's power.

From the moment he was old enough to fight he was placed into the academy, and quickly showed prodigal talent in swordsmanship, tactics, magic, and leadership. He was loved by the people as a gentle soul and feared on the battlefield as a demon, and currently, he was also the reason the barrier had been slowly failing those beastmen a his father once called them. The Scion, being the blood of the goddess herself, could destroy the magics of the barrier slowly if they chose to...and for five years he spent working on siphoning the magic into his own power. Finally, at his fifteenth summer, it fell.

That was when he was ordered to make his occupational advancement on their capital. Personally, Raziel did not care much for war, but he loved his father and would play the role of Conqueror to please him. However as he marched across the Queen's land he would cut the loss of life of her people's side, preferring to show himself as a benevolent conqueror than a blood-thirsty monster. To make the people fear and love you, would ensure their obedience...

And then the day came when his army was marching on her doorstep, and her guards would inform them that a young devil of a boy was leading their monstrous force rather than a fearsome warrior. Some figured they could take him for their Queen, and strike fear in the hearts of their enemy...but she would know better.
 
Felixia Darkmoor was the Queen of her little kingdom, and she loved her people. On the day of the invasion, she was lounging on her throne gossiping with fellow aristocrats when a guard came stumbling into the throne room, panting and gasping. "What is it, guard?" She asked, his manner raising her attention in him as he straightened out his armor. "My lady, we have been invaded by a young brat from Vesparia. He is but a few days march from the capitol." He reported, snapping his heels together.

"Hmmmmm, well this is new....what is the size of his force?" She asked, already standing up and moving over to where a map of the country had been hanging from a wall. The guard moved over and pointed at a spot on the map, a few inches from the city. "We estimate any were from 5,000 to 10,000. Our forces are nearly 8,000, so we should be able to handle the royal bastard." She nodded and turned toward him, "Go ahead and mobilize the army, we will march tomorrow and face this invader." She nodded to the man as he saluted and scurried out, turning her attention on the aristocrats still in the room. She smiled warmly, "Don't worry, we will crush these primitives under our paws." They clapped and headed out, each would be an officer in the army.

The next day, the army marched outwards, deploying on the fields before the city. The Queen stood at the head of the army, wearing full plate-armor with gold gild work. She pulled out her longsword and surveyed her army, smiling as a mother would her children.
 
The next day when they came face to face with the conquering army they would find their intelligence was lacking when it came to the size of his army. The force from Vesparia appeared to be around fifteen-thousand soldiers all in all, and at the helm of the divisions stood the young Mage-General in command. To his right and left were what were known as the Four Pillars, some of the most fearsome Captain's under his rule each with a division fortified and prepared for battle. Mage-Knights, Griffin Calvary Units, Infantry Men, Snipers, and wizards and healers made up his battle plan; however, the young leader would hope to avoid the meaningless bloodshed he was sure this fiery queen would lead her army into.

"My lord wait!" His captains called after him as he slowly strode forward, singling himself out from the rest of the army and looking forth with a curious expression. Those eyes could see each person, but they seemed focused on Felixia with an intense gaze. It was almost as if the boy was judging her very soul. "Queen Felixia Darkmoor, I am Mage-Knight General, Raziel Allestead Vesparia," when he gave her his name she would know with some probably surprise that the brat was actually the youngest prince of her enemy kingdom, "and I ask that you stand down so that the lives of your warriors be not lost needlessly."

Raziel knew her type. She was proud, perhaps a little arrogant with the divine protection they had enjoyed for years, but nothing would prepare her to face the demi-god. The Scion of the very goddess that gave her the blessings her people no longer enjoyed with his arrival. "Should you surrender now, we will be able to work out peacefully some negotiations for the betterment of your people under Vesparian rule."
 
She scoffed and glared at him levelly, raising her sword in a quicksilver movement, the point nearly poking his throat. "My people will not be made slaves under a foreign ruler. We would rather be cut down then made pets." Her guards around her all scowled at "pet", knowing how other races used the less evolved versions of themselves for entertainment. Her dozen Royal Guards all hefted their great axes and made a line behind her, all ready to die for their beloved Queen. All along the anthro battle line, soldiers prepared to charge at the Queen's order, shields locking into place and spears leveled. Archers knocked arrows and raised their bows to the sky, while avian types flew to the sky, armed with swords and nets.

"Tell me why we would surrender to the youngest bastard of a fat king?" She sneered and always kept her sword level, aimed right at his artery, ready to kill him with a flick of her wrist. She would be damned if she threw the first punch in this brawl however. She knew many of her soldiers were just militia, part time fighters more used to the farms then the battlefield. Her only real soldiers were the Royal Guard, but they only made up 1,000 of the 8,000 on the field. If they could surrender in peace...all the better, but they wouldn't be conquered without a fight.
 
Dauntless eyes would raze to meet the gaze of the Queen despite having her blade poised at his throat. She was a haughty individual that much he could tell, and he often wondered if the seat of power in nations often led to such pretentious personalities...then again now was not the time for philosophy. "Occupation does not necessarily mean slavery...if you would take these words with wisdom, I would be able to certify that your people would be taken in as citizens rather than pets...otherwise I can only promise you bloodshed, foolish Queen."

When she insulted both his father and himself, Raziel sighed. It was about time the woman began to understand the true meaning of fear; the life behind the barrier had provided comfort and a complex of superiority. That was about to be shred and he would bring war to her doorsteps. "A king who sired the child of the goddess of herself, he who dismantled your barrier as proof of his bloodline, and he who stands before you as Conqueror and Peacemaker...if you want proof...then allow me to show you."

No sooner than those words left his lips did the wind suddenly pick up up, only to die in an unnatural calm. Silence reigned throughout the battlefield as intense magical pressure began to emanate from her opponent, and before she knew it she would understand why he was the greatest Mage-Knight to ever be born to Vesparia. "Thy sword is one of Judgment, thy blade is one of Fury," with speed that no regular human should support he withdrew his sword knocking her own from her hand as dark clouds mysteriously appeared overhead. Soon her people would shout in pain, some being killed instantly as lightning took her aerial troops and ground units.

"I had given you warning...and you have chosen death."
 
"Ab-Abomination!" She yelled and quickly twirled around to see her army brake, running back into the safety of the city. Only the Royal Guard stood, and they howled with rage, unable to do anything unless the Queen commanded. Some were zapped into dust while others were electrocuted by the nearness of the blasts, and their metal armor. "Stop killing my people!" She yelled at him, her teeth clenching in rage while her fists tightened up. "What....what do you want...." Her jade eyes flared as green fire, unable to comprehend how quickly her army had fled. She knew they wouldn't last...but this was pathetic....She hoped most would make it back into the city, to their families.
 
When she called him an abomination he scoffed, wondering how much she even knew of the prophecy that was foretold of his birth. One the so-called Queen would have to have been quite ignorant of to be unable to comprehend the power that flowed through his veins; however, small set of deaths within her army were the best thing that could have happened. A few examples would save more lives in the long run, and he...truly had not wished to harm anyone. "I had given you a peaceful solution Queen Darkmoor, and you mocked my army, my father, and most importantly my power...blame yourself for the unnecessary loss of your warriors that have fallen. As for what I want," those eyes fell focused on the woman with a lingering stare at her face down to her shapely hips, "is your unconditional surrender to Vesparia...and perhaps we can arrange for your people to be treated as first class citizen's rather than lowly pets...if you surrender yourself as a slave to me to make up for your disrespect and your kingdom. You may choose to fight...but I will kill every warrior personally and see the innocents put into labor and abuse that I would rather not do...or..."

He paused, looking into her defiant eyes with a hint of respect flashing behind them. Raziel would love to tame that fiery personality, one that did not fear him, but he would make her respect him... "you offer your Queendom in surrender, and your life and body to me."
 
She grit her teeth and growled low in her throat, a deep rumbling that threatened to spill over into a blood-chilling roar. She turned and faced her remaining warriors, seeing their eagerness in their lupine faces. Then she turned her gaze further, seeing the last of her army flee into the protective cover of the city. Sigh a sigh of resignation and slumping her shoulders in defeat, she changed to the native tongue of her people and addressed the last of her army. "Royal Guard...you have been at my side for years now....but I must break your pact. You are freed from service, declared by me, your Queen Felixia Darkmoor." A massive howl of sorrow and outrage flooded from her loyal subject, refusing to believe their ears. She raised her hands in supplication and waved down their cries. "Please...be happy my people..." A tear of bitter sorrow rolled down her cheek as she gestured to the city. The Guard loyally turned around and slunk back to the city, heads bowed.

She turned back to the devil who invaded her lands and glared at him, before slowly lowering herself down onto a knee, staring at the grass. "I forfeit my lands to you...and become your servant." She pressed her fist into the fertile soil of her land, scooping up a handful and letting the dirt tumble from her gauntlet. "Spare my people....please." She pleaded as she continued to stare into her land.
 
Raziel noted the conflict that seemed to arise within her; however, when he noticed the posture slip from haughty and victorious to that of a defeated warrior he knew she would make the best choice for her people. He cared not what words she said to her Royal Guard because he could feel the underlying context. She had surrendered, and this was confirmed when her warriors had left being unable to bare witness to their Queen submitting to a human, much less a fifteen-year-old.

"Rise Felixia, and move behind me at exactly ten paces....we're moving into your Queendom and you will draft up your official documentation of surrender." He turned toward his army, who seemed surprised that their young prince was able to make the proud woman submit so easily, and motioned for them to continue marching to the city for rest and provisions. Of course he would lead the way, with his personal slave behind him parading her shame to her people...his people now by rite. However, he made a single comment that was for her to hear alone.

"I am glad you had forsaken your pride for your people...I truly did not wish to kill anymore than you had forced me to....you have my word they will be treated fairly," he paused looking back at her with a nod of respect and a hint of longing, "but mark my words, before the night has passed into dawn...I will start taming you properly."
 
She moved back behind the invader to the specified distance, eying her fallen sword with longing. Oh, how much she wished to bury its blade in the little bastard's neck! She remained in a slumped posture as they marched toward her city, feeling her hackles rise as she realized she would be paraded through her home as a slave. Hissing in rage and clenching her fists till blood trickled between her knuckles. Her only option of revenge that she saw would be tonight, when he would try to "tame" her, whatever that meant. Her would snap his twig off and shove it down his throat....

They passed under the guardhouse, the gate lifted and unmanned. People and members of the army, that had hidden their weapons by now, lined the cobblestoned streets, they heads bowed as their Queen was dragged toward the palace. They eyed the passing invaders with contempt, their beloved ruler brought so low in a matter of hours....it was unthinkable. A few of the pups and other younglings tossed stones at the passing army, hitting several before dashing into alleys and into shadows.

After the parade through the city, they climbed the steps toward the palace where the Royal Guard stood, they shields blocking the top of the palace off to them. "Raziel....they will only allow me and you through....there are, certain things behind these doors that lowborns do not need to see." She eyed the surrounding soldiers. "We will go in...alone..."
 
He did not imagine she would take the new position with any bit of delight; after all, to have once been a mighty ruler suddenly held as a slave was nothing short of astonishing. As they marched through the streets with pups harassing his men and women, commoners and soldiers glaring at them with contempt, he decided it would be best to leave the children alone with their stones. After all, trained military were better than to smite young ones. "Do not lay harm to those children, however, if the adults are to act unbecomingly, you are allowed force to subdue them within reason...do not excessively or unnecessarily promote violence."

His army agreed to their leader's commands and soon enough he found himself at the palace with the Royal Guards blocking the way. For a moment he debated telling her that she did not have the authority to dictate who would or would not go in, being that he could kill all the guards before him and that by right of their pact they were now his to command whether they liked it or not, but decided to humor the strong-willed woman momentarily. "Await my return as I inspect the palace, I shall not be long...guards...move." Whether they desired to or not, the Royal Guards would move for the bastard ruler more so for their Queen and her subjectivity, while Raziel would enter with Felixia.

"And what is it that commoners and lower nobility may not see?"
 
"Your not allowed to know that." She grinned as her barb hit home and led the way toward the feasting hall. The walls were decorated with tapestries depicting peaceful times in their history, farming, hunting, and the like. There were torches set along regular intervals that had a low purple flame. The smell of honey, roses, and other sweet smells wafted from the torches. She marched through the corridors with an unerring aim, since she had walked these halls from childhood. Several times they passed shrines depicted to her ancestors, and she would kneels down before them and mutter a short prayer, begging for forgiveness.

Finally they arrived at the feasting hall, which was now empty and clear of its normal activity. She moved toward the throne, a tree wrought in gold and emeralds, and sat down on the red cushion placed in the middle of the throne. "Now....we can get this started..."She muttered barely loud enough for him to hear and snapped her fingers together. A human slave scurried into view, holding up a roll of parchment and a ink pen and bottle.
 
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