Author's note: This is the third of five chapters in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated.
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Chapter Three: Conquered
The siege had gone on for six months now. Every day, Queen Cathelyn would climb up to the top of the ramparts and survey the dismal scene in front of her. Torren's rebel army had the capital completely surrounded.
Her sister, Stefanie, had been defeated at the Battle of Flenhorn Forest - the last line of defence between them and the usurper. She had no idea what had happened. She did not even know if her sister was still alive.
All she could do after that was pull up the drawbridge and pray for a miracle. But with each passing day it was clear that none would come to pass.
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"We have no choice. Open the gates and let them in," ordered Cathelyn.
She sat before her council of advisors and her poor excuse for a husband, Prince Glennister.
"My Queen," he piped up. "We can't do that. Think of what this bastard will do to us. Will do to you."
"I have thought about it. Those thoughts have given me sleepless nights throughout this siege. But resistance is futile and our people starve. To go on any longer would be to see them suffer. A ruler must protect her people even at great cost to herself."
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Pandemonium spread throughout the capital as the rebel forces flooded in. Many fled. Plenty tried to hide. And then there was the Princess Lorena, who sat at her bed and awaited her fate.
It was not like she had any control over her life. She could not choose who she could marry. Could not choose who to have a child with. And now it seemed, she could not even choose who would rule her.
She felt her entire life was decided for her - that there was nothing she could do to alleviate the misfortune that had befallen her family.
As she sunk deeper into despair, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in," she quietly said, fearing who it was outside.
Her heart immediately skipped a beat. It was Henry, the servant. The only man left in this world that she cared for.
"Princess, the rebel forces are rounding up the nobles now. They will soon be coming for you."
He walked into the room, making sure to keep his distance. A lowborn was not permitted to be too intimate with those born of a higher station.
"Henry, I...I don't know what to do."
Lorena turned round and sobbed into her pillow. What was to happen to her? To her sister? To Henry?
Her tears were like a dagger through Henry's heart. His entire life he had known this sweet, beautiful blonde woman. And he was deeply in love with her. He knew they could never be together, but he at least wanted her to lead a happy life. Now all chances of that were shattered.
Henry's emotions got the better of him. He sat down on the bed next to Lorena and put an arm around her, tenderly stroking her back.
"My Princess, I promise I will help you however I can."
His touch was like electricity for Lorena. Not since they were kids had he been so close to her. She turned around and cried into his chest. She could feel his strong, masculine frame wrapped around her, comforting her. A sanctuary from the harsh reality that awaited her. She never wanted to leave.
Lorena looked up deep into the eyes of the man she loved. The man she would spend the rest of her life with if she had the chance.
"You promise?"
"I do. And that I will try and help your sisters as well. You are the rightful heirs to the throne, and I will do my upmost to make sure you rule this kingdom."
The two continued to stare longingly at one another, their mouths inching closer and closer. Lorena's soft, wet lips parted. So did Henry's. And then the two connected - a tender, first kiss before the end of the world.
She had fantasised about this so many times that she couldn't believe it was finally happening. Their lips locked together, tongues reaching out and touching, tasting one another. It didn't matter what happened next. All that mattered was this.
A violent bashing at the bedroom door interrupted their exchange. The rebel soldiers had finally come for her.
"Hide," Lorena hissed at Henry. He quickly rushed over to the large wardrobe and hid inside. Just in time as well, for at that moment the door burst open and two brutish soldiers stormed in.
"Princess Lorena. We're here to take you to your brother."
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Lorena was escorted by the men into the throne room. On first glance everything seemed normal. There sat her sister on the throne next to her husband. She was dressed in her usual regal finery, with her blonde hair braided back and her shiny golden crown on her head - complete pristine perfection.
Except everything wasn't normal. She was completely surrounded by rebel soldiers - their eyes hungry, their swords drawn. The nobles loyal to the royal family were scattered around the room, being placed in chains.
But where was her bastard brother? She didn't have to wait long to find out. The room hushed as heavy footsteps sounded on the cold, stony floor.
Torren stepped forward into the middle of the room, viciously smiling as he surveyed his triumph. He walked towards the Queen, but did not bow.
"Sister! Thank you for inviting us in, it was getting awfully cold outside."
Cathelyn looked down on Torren from her throne with contempt. How could this dark-haired, tanned savage be any relation of hers? How dare he talk to her like that. How dare he rise up against her in the first place. Her face remained stoic, but her blood began to boil.
Torren moved away from her intense stare and instead moved closer to Prince Glennister. The fat, elderly man cowed in his seat, terrified of what fate awaited him.
