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spoils-of-war
An anonymous commission
A clashing of kingdoms takes place, and the dark towering beauty you see here is the obvious victor, and....to the victor go the spoils. A sad and I am sure now very abrupt awakening to her far younger captive. The young princess has been stripped and displayed as means of humiliation, but to cling to but the smallest shred of dignity, her servants had indelibly painted coverage upon her most intimate parts, so as not to be made completely nude......though, with how the warrior queen is lashing that belt down, I wouldn't be surprised if some paint was smacked right off!
Here is the very enticing story snippets that I was given for this, for the rest, my own description will have to make do.
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...Tisiphone resisted the urge to rise from the king's throne as an imposing figure entered.
She didn't just stride, the entering woman strutted calmly with an easy hip-swinging sway that carried her smoothly onto the long red carpet of the approach to the monarch as she sashayed up to Tisiphone. Her dark eyes missed nothing as she cast them over the room and its contents. A cataloguing that included the princess herself.
The stranger, although Princess Tisiphone could imagine exactly whom she was, paused giving the young royal a chance to assay back.
"The kingdom of Elcanor has fallen," the woman announced, her accent husky with foreign intonation. "You are now conquered lands before the Sovereign of Volland."
Feeling all of her seventeen years, Tisiphone gently tipped her head down in greeting. It was obvious that her interloper was not going to bow as was the custom, even though she stood on the mark on the red carpet approaching her at the throne.
...They were a pair of marked differences; where Tisiphone was young and unblemished with platinum hair the other woman was older, darker all over in hair and complexion, most obviously around the laugh-lines at her eyes and the corners of her mouth.
Though the princess was still young it was clear that in her womanhood she would not swell in shape to be like the hourglass proudly stood before her. With hands on curved hips accentuating her prominent bust and masculine height, the newcomers feminine maturity was displayed as virtue before Tisiphone's teenage, girlish physique.
Trying to keep the conflict, and the tremble, from her voice the princess raised her chin and spoke in welcome at last, her competition sized. "Queen O'rylai, welcome to Elcanor."
...Nothing compared to the practical, predatory style of the woman declaring her armies as conquerors. She [Queen O'rylai] wore armour against her shoulders and arms, although it appeared further pieces around her neck and chest had been removed already before entering. Under this she dressed in a second-skin of tight, combat-ready leather. Midnight black, and hugging her figure like a smooth wax coating, the queen was an army soldier to her core in dress and accoutrements while still clearly being its commander.
From a satchel slung at her waist, hanging from the same belt as a scabbarded leaf-sword, O'rylai withdrew a crown.
It was not the diamond encrusted crown described in text as the emblem of the Volland kings and queens, nor like the simple, battle-suitable,carved jade tiara that O'rylai wore today. Tisiphone's breath caught to see it and she stifled a gasp of helpless horror. Queen O'rylai lowered herself - not in a bow, but certainly in respect - to place the crown down to the carpet, her knees clicking as she stood again.
"The King is dead!" Barked one of the soldiers loudly, boisterously. "Long Live the Queen!"
O'rylai's rebuke came sharp as an adder striking, the queen hissed like a snake as she rounded on the source of the voice, the quiet dignity of her solemnity ruined by the insensitive outburst. "Shut up - you damned fool!"
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Billby13
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Date: Mon January 29, 2018
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