In the palace dungeon of the city of Ran, the queen was constantly moving from corner to corner. She was anxious and constantly complained to her sons about the terrible conditions in which they were kept:

“It’s dirty, damp, it stinks of something, they don’t follow my orders, no one can dye me, my hair, have you seen my hair? It’s a nightmare! And the food... it’s terrible, people eat it? Yes, it’s crap! How can this be? yes?! This is unfair! This idiot, Draun Rudrin, is only the main adviser, what can he do to us? This bastard will pay for everything! How long will we stay here? I have a tea party planned, will I really miss it?!"

In the opposite chambers, princes Slakersh and Monrid sat in the light of dim torches, listening to the grumbling of their mother. The youngest of them, like her, could not stand the conditions in which they were kept and only Monrid patiently waited for the right moment.

“Are you really satisfied with everything here?”

The queen turned to Monrid, seeing a malicious smile on his lips, after which she received a satisfied answer from her eldest son.

"We're not here for long."

“It’s been three whole days and you’re saying we won’t be here for long?!”

The queen screamed angrily, starting to shake the steel bars.

“Enough! Let me go! I can’t take it anymore! I want to live the way I lived! Let me go!”

"Calm down. Everything is going as I planned."

"What?"

Prince Slakersh turned to Monrid, clearly surprised by what his older brother said.

"What are you up to?"

Monrid looked mysteriously at his mother and brother, and then asked a rhetorical question.

“You know that Ilifreeta is not in the palace?”

"Yes. That's why that stupid Draun put us in prison."

Slackersh said with contempt, defiantly kicking the wall.

“I can’t restrain myself anymore. I just want to stick my dick into someone.”

Monrid shook his head and looked at his younger brother with dissatisfaction. Although they both participated in periodic copulation with their younger sister, only Monrid could be satisfied with this for a long time, and Slakersh, in turn, enjoyed it to the fullest, repeating it day after day. Often it was necessary to fence him off from the princess so that she would not inadvertently die, and he turned his attention to the young girls from the palace servants. Because of him, new maids often had to be hired, and those who were raped were given to Monrid to be tortured and eaten.

"And what about this bitch?"

The queen asked, but it was unlikely that she was interested in hearing how good it was for her unloved daughter to be free now.

“She was taken from the palace to one very safe place. She won’t be found there. Oh, and also, Uncle Fellrik will soon receive a letter about his father’s death. Soon he will come here with his army and then...”

Monrid paused expectantly, attracting the attention of his brother and the queen, and then, laughing slightly, finished.

"And then Draun Rudrin will be forced to let us all go."

"And then what? Eh?"

The queen crossed her arms over her chest.

"Will I have to bow to this humanoid rooster? Hah~! I'd rather give up biscuits than bow my knees."

"We won't have to do anything like that."

After laughing a few times, Monrid continued.

“We will have more time to prepare our pawns. Right now we have no allies in the palace, but I sent my people to help my base, where this whore is being held.”

“She looks good at living in safety and spending day after day lying on a comfortable bed.”

The queen complained about which Monrid denied her assumptions with a chuckle.

“No, mother, she now lives in the same conditions as us, but only worse. When the time comes and I take the throne, she will be completely in our possession. Brother Slakersh, you will have someone to have fun with and this time without any... or restrictions. If you want, kill her and leave the body to me."

A hungry, lustful grin appeared on the younger prince's face. Fucking a motionless princess, especially his own sister, brought him much more pleasure than doing something similar, but with maids who could resist the prince. The slacker had to cut off the girls' tendons so that they wouldn't run away, and he didn't really like raping girls covered in blood. That's why he waited until he could finally be reunited with his younger sister and begin a month of dying copulations with her. Even if she gets pregnant, he will cut out her belly and throw out the fetus for the dogs to eat and continue to fuck her until this creature dies.

At that moment, the sound of doors opening was heard in the dungeon, followed by the clatter of boots. None other than Draun Rudrin himself, accompanied by guards and members of the royal council, decided to visit the royal family. The chief adviser tried his best to find the missing princess, and therefore from time to time he interrogated members of the royal family. He could not torture them with physical injuries, otherwise, upon their release, the nobility would immediately have questions about their vital functions and unpleasant appearance.

The chief adviser approached the cell where Prince Monrid was sitting and began to glare at him with a stern look, and the prince himself, in turn, lazily lay down on the bench and said:

“Have you come to interrogate us again? I told you I wouldn’t tell you anything.”

"We've had enough."

Draun Rudrin said gloomily and turned towards the cell where the queen was waiting in the wings.

“The story will be like this: the grief-stricken queen refused to eat and lost weight, as a result of which she fell ill and died.”

"What?"

The woman said with fear on her face.

She trembled fearfully, expecting that something terrible was about to happen to her.

"No. Stop. You can't! I'm the queen!"

"I am the king."

Draun Rudrin proudly voiced and nodded to the guards, after which they opened the cell door and grabbed the queen and pushed her out while she kicked and screamed.

"Let me go! I am your queen! You don't dare do this to me! Enough!"

Draun Rudrin, however, could not tolerate this woman, his gaze was full of contempt and anger, he was disgusted to look at this stupid and greedy old woman. When she stood in front of him, he hit her face with his palm, leaving a red mark. There was anger in his eyes, there was also fear, but most of all hatred.

“Through your fault, the kingdom was doomed to destruction. The invasion, the civil war, and also this ridiculous struggle for succession to the throne. A rebellion is about to break out in the country, the two duchies are about to secede, putting the vassal agreement on fire. I wanted all the best for our country, I did everything possible to prevent what would soon happen from happening, but now it cannot be avoided."

Draun Rudrin looked at the golden-haired queen and spat in her face, after which the guard shut her mouth so that the chief adviser, and now the king, would not receive a retaliatory spit.

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"Spit is the least thing you deserve in your worthless life, you old whore."

Draun said, and then ordered the guards.

"Shave her bald, cut off her fingers and toes, rip out her tongue and hand her over to a cheap brothel."

The queen, hearing the words of the chief adviser, widened her eyes, she moaned loudly and tried to escape, but the guards, holding her tightly, began to lead the former queen out of the dungeon. After that, the chief adviser turned to Monrid, who had a grin on his face. He didn’t care about the life of his own mother, he knew that if any of them were sacrificed, they would deal with her first. A legend invented by the royal council will be accepted in noble society, but it is unlikely that anyone would accept it if they heard about the death of Prince Slackersh or Monrid. In this case, a civil war could immediately break out against the usurpation of power by the royal council.

"What about you."

Draun turned to the crown prince.

"You'll be next if you don't tell me where Ilifreeta is."

Monrid, hearing Draun’s words, only laughed and shook his head.

“No. I have a better option. You will free me and thus be able to solve all your problems once and for all. Why do you need all this complexity? Better do everything the way I want.”

“Don’t hope for it, you are doomed to death, and you know it very well. However, I can order you to be killed quickly if you tell everything. If you don’t do this, you will rot here until your death, in the cold and thirsting for human flesh "

“What else, maybe I should stop eating people too?”

Prince Monrid grinned.

"Never in my life. Get out of here like a boulder, you old penis lover."

Draun Rudrin was angry, he was tired of the stubbornness of this idiot, which is why he clenched his fingers into a fist and shouted:

“Enough! This is the last time I come here to this dungeon to you personally so that you finally surrender! I will no longer make concessions. I know that you have allies and they are here. If I free you, then the royal council will come to an end. Therefore, I give you one last chance for the best outcome for the entire kingdom! "

“Let this damned kingdom rot in a pit along with these vile people. But I will breathe a sigh of relief having gotten rid of this garbage, that is, all of you. Free me and take on the burden of governing the state so that I can continue my feast. Isn’t this beneficial for you?"

“I don’t need profit. I’m trying for the sake of the people of the kingdom. Of the two of us, only you think about yourself, and I’m ready to sacrifice myself for the sake of peace on this earth and general prosperity. If you don’t want this, then you’re not worthy of being a king, which means There is no point in me sparing you in any way."

"I beg you, go fuck yourself."

Draun heard his words and stood silently for a while before leaving the dungeon, leaving the two princes to sit and await their fate. The next time the chief adviser comes, he will most likely decide to free the two princes. At least that's what Slackersh thought.

"You said we wouldn't be here for long."

The younger prince complained to which Monrid gave him a clear answer.

“That’s right. We won’t be here for long. We will soon be freed, and we will leave the palace, lead the army and take Ran by storm, and then defeat our uncle’s army. Everything is going exactly according to plan... one might say... we haven’t really started anything yet.”

***

The situation in the kingdom has become extremely tense. Day after day, the lords bombard the house of the royal reader with letters, asking about the state of health of His Majesty Leff. In response, Draun Rudrin sends them answers saying that everything is fine with the king and his heartbeat can still be heard in his chest. It is unlikely that anyone else can believe that he is actually alive, most likely the lords have already found out about this and began to prepare for war and were only waiting for a reason to start it.

The truth remains: what are they even counting on? Is the order of succession to the throne more important to them than the safety of the entire kingdom? The chief advisor and now the new king of Lakuusa did not understand this. Time was running out and Draun Rudrin ordered preparations for war to begin. This decision greatly embarrassed all the royal nobility because they simply could not believe that Duke Fellrik would actually decide to attack and only with great effort in letters to the new king managed to convince most of the nobles that this was true.

However, according to the estimates of the military command, the forces necessary at least for deterrence are still not enough. One and a half thousand soldiers of the Kingdom of Lakuus against two thousand of the Duchy of Colander, the Kingdom of Lakuus is inferior to the ducal forces in numbers and in the quality of training of warriors. An attack on the royal cities of Odre and Biku is expected soon; their garrison is not large and most likely they will fall quickly.

Presumably Fellrik would gain a foothold on the eastern bank of the Milu River before crossing it and marching straight to the capital. This will force the few royal forces to split up to contain the enemy advance. The Royal Army cannot afford this. In order for the kingdom to have a chance of victory, they need to be concentrated, but the duchy can afford to split its forces, which in turn will deprive the royal council of an advantage in defense.

The royal army could use the support of the feudal lords and their armies, consisting of three thousand soldiers, who could compensate for the lack of troops, if not qualitatively, then at least quantitatively, but it seems the nobility is not going to help repel the attack. Either they don’t believe it or, on the contrary, they want to support Fellrik’s claims.

"You can go."

Draun Rudrin said to the military advisor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will do my best."

Krazhd Fayun hit his own breastplate with a steel gauntlet and turned around and left His Majesty’s office.

The new king sighed tiredly and fell onto the back of his chair while the maid poured water into his cup. He was thinking about how he could gather more soldiers to hold back the ducal troops. He no longer believed that it would be possible to come to an agreement with Fellrik, and therefore carefully prepared for war. You may have to spend your entire treasury to hire mercenaries, but whether they will justify themselves is still unknown. Moreover, an attack by the Antigonians was expected from behind the goblin forest, which was many times worse than everything the new king was counting on.

Damn this life.

He said in his thoughts and drank a cup of water and then coughed slightly.

A little later, Dougman, the Privy Councilor, entered the office and brought unpleasant news to the new king:

“I know you have a lot of things to do, but I just received news and decided to tell you.”

"What happened?"

The new king tensed, already expecting to hear bad news.

"The guards have just noticed an army at the city walls. They numbered about five hundred people."

"Who is this?!"

Draun jumped out of his chair and headed out the door towards the throne room.

Dougman followed him, continuing to report:

"We haven't seen any banners, they're not negotiating, but they're well prepared and are about to lay siege to the city."

Damn it!

Draun Rudrin cursed in his thoughts, clenching his fingers into a fist.

“So the supporters of the royal family decided to cause chaos in the capital to help the crown prince escape.”

The new king guessed and immediately ordered.

"Give Krazhd the order to strengthen the security of the palace dungeon."

"It will be done."

He bowed slightly and then disappeared into the shadows of Dawgman.

The new king, meanwhile, reached the throne room, where the frightened city nobility were already waiting for him, filling the room up and down. Standing near the throne, Draun Rudrin turned towards the crowd and announced:

“Let’s skip the greetings, the first thing I want to say is that His Majesty is alive and well, but he cannot now rule the kingdom due to deteriorating health. The second thing I want to tell you all is that an unknown army is moving towards the city and we should begin preparations for the siege. Responsibilities for the defense of the city pass to me, the chief adviser to His Majesty. And my first order is to calm down and begin preparations for the defense. Take the women and children through the secret passages, give weapons to every man who is able to fight, prepare them on the walls. cobblestones, quivers of arrows, bolts and spears, as well as prepare... a hospital..."

Instead of the expected obedience, many questions rained down in response to the new king:

"Where is His Majesty?"

"Who are you?"

"What kind of defense? Are we being attacked?"

"Where did the royals go? I didn't see any of them."

"Where is the queen?"

"Why should we follow your orders?"

“We have plenty of our own things to do!”

Their stupidity made Draun Rudrin's hands clenched into fists. He was angry, but he tried to remain patient and calm.

“I understand that you have many pressing questions, but I ask... no, I don’t ask... I order you to do everything as I told you.”

The new king said in a stern tone, silencing the crowd.

"The fate of the entire kingdom depends on this. Be wise and work together for the good of our kingdom."

However, one person from this entire crowd came forward and shouted to the whole hall:

"The king is dead! Am I right?! You killed him! You damned usurper!"

Having said this, a chain reaction followed, one after another, provocateurs came out of the crowd and showered curses on the new king.

"Yes! It is! You are a usurper! Why should we listen to you?"

"What have you ever done for us?"

"You're not even a king!"

"We don't even know you!"

"Kill him!"

“You bastard needs to cut out your tongue!”

The situation was getting out of control, the city nobility was going crazy. If they are not calmed down, then it will not be possible to organize a defense, and then the whole city may fall, and then the whole country, war, horror and hunger will reign everywhere; death, disease and destruction. They need to be reassured, but Draun Rudrin had only one option to achieve this, namely, to release the crown prince into freedom, to show the people that he was still alive and that the chief adviser was performing the duties of the king. But is it worth doing?

It is not a fact that it will be possible to protect the city from uninvited guests even when the defense is prepared. Five hundred people is a huge army, the city may not survive. Maybe Monrid planned this. Who knows what he will do if he finds himself outside the dungeon.

What should I do?

Standing in the middle of the throne room under the laughter of the crowd, the new king calls the guard to him and whispers an order in his ear. The guard's face darkens, but he nods and moves away to join the other guards. The next moment, a painful scream was heard among the laughter, and the crowd turned around and saw how the guards began to kill everyone present.

"What's happening?!"

"Oh Sod!"

Draun Rudrin himself took out his blade and was ready to defend himself; the guards surrounded him to protect him. The crowd panicked and the massacre began.

"Everyone heard the order!"

The guard shouted, throwing his sword up.

"It is ordered to execute all traitors!"

"No! We are not traitors!"

"Kill them!"

So Draun Rudrin declared himself the new king and started a civil war.