Their way to the first siege of the first Keep. The stronghold was dark.
The black crows circling burned wood pikes castle walls with poachers feed left half cut to feed on.
Their skulls and bones half rotten rib cages on the middle floating island castle. The Dricula butchers fort did say you made it to his first post.
Vyts Magnus had to cross the sea across the boat.
They had to see an island of botched and butchered man. Romane Ich had her way to the Queen's goal of her promised land.
The landlord Dricula had no joy; it was his thirst for a blood war he aimed for.
Her secret of a dark side of the moon dust.
Our Lord of the dead.
He had a purpose in mind, cutting out parts he lit the fire for the dead soldiers, refugees caravans and vampire soldiers.
"Hmmm… It looks like a spring water journey."
Ramone Ich felt his long arms last week as it was last night. Her mind could not forget the vampire's assault.
"The Grand Duke had a night in that cave?"
"What have you in mind?"
"I feel inspired by how much blood he spilled."
"I think I spilled mine." The Sicht Kingdom princess takes her horse further to her war liege. "He will win my war." Ramone Ich thinking to herself.
"We will have more blood spilled." The joy in Karl Karla's lip corners said it all.
They reached the river. "I will have these predators hunted with our hunters Inn. We will turn their back gates sideways."
"Yes my liege lord. I think our military campaign is great to show I am your vassal."
Karl Karla spoke his words the other night knowing why they did butcher the cave siege leftovers. He knew why the liege lord took the ashes of the dead to his hands.
He smiled and looked at her riding further away.
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Aurelijus and Maximus near Grand Duke Magnus had vivid dreams of murder of his wife.
The night her love gore to open as many before the magic was set its course.
Her fingers brush across their shining silver armour of the guards surrounding her hot bath in the stronghold tower.
The wife's quarters had a main room with a stone hot spring bath tub in the middle of the ground.
Her sleazy eyes loved to watch past guard shoulders of short armour in leather robes.
The helmets bent forward to match their oak cut spears they stood to ground.
The pikes they cut out of it.
Her naked blond hair tied back to a wooden apple tree branch. Queens firm breasts from sweat in white foam bath. The natural springs out the bath.
"I have you now. I let you in my soldiers." Her long white fingernails brushed across men's silver armour to lead them to her bath to her battle.
It was her lure to have ten elite guards have a revengeful plot aimed for her kingdom.
Her soft butt sat on hot stones bathing her firm tights to spread how she watched her soldiers bath in the tub.
"I have you an order to kill my King."
They had to feast. Her finger tips crawling in to control their helmets she did enter the bath circle to be surrounded. The deal would be sealed.
Her strong feet standing in the middle of the bath in a hot steam floating of water, Magnus knew what she was doing.
Her pelvis strongest with the hair feet stood in golden curves. The softness of moisture dripping in drops.
The heat of its feat standing water their faces show them all. Their grins.
The Grand Duke knew what he left in the high tower.
The smell of mint drops arome morning cut leaved floating distant water salt bubbling from hot spring steam.
"I want you all now my soldiers."
"Yes, me lady."
Their strong arms clasp the armour hitting oak spike spears in the water chasing waves. Their faces look still in steel, their grins were stolen in her words.
"I am your commanding Queen now."
Her strong arms gave a command ripping armour leather buckles off to set at ease her guard.
Her knees bent on one knee to acknowledge their ordin of appraisal. It was set right.
Queen Magnus found her fingertips way in to find a hard oak pulsing life under their rank belts.
Her tongue set out to approve their mission to a queen's hood. It was the taste of chalice how her thirst.
"You are here on a mission. You do not stand guard here and do as I say!" They threw their weapons aside and began the ritual of rite fastening their belts loose.
"I love you to fock me." Her knees stood up exposing her back to a trustworthy man. The sign of a trustworthy family approach from back but her Duke. A meal back home from the front gates.
Her man ramps back in the panic. Their drill sergeant takes one look to tell a tale of a rolling spirit.
"I am your Queen. You do as I say." Her voice took command. Her mouth gasped when he obeyed the orders.
Her eyes rotates back to her feed her, knowing surrounded all alone. He begins to pump slow.
"My Majesty the Queen, I began to feel the joy."
Her mouth busy to speak she rotates the hips, his arms knowingly grabs on to her to feel her way in. It was his home. His castle. His Queen.
They stood a ritual of oath to bathe in one to acknowledge the King was dead.
They took their helmets and armour to place the leather clothes one brought towel to her Queen.
"I want you to kill the king. Our great Duke Vyts Magnus."
"Ay Ay me Lady."
"I lure this undead fool to a cave. You walk behind in our romantic night full of stars to see a full moon."
"We have his throat slashed."
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It was not long before the Grand Duke had his one man army Karl Karla burn the fields of thousands of Urlich soldiers from distant lands passing by.
He would bring hunting trophies and their trade supplies.
"It was a great journey." He raises his eyebrow.
"Yes my liege lord." He smiles in joy. "I had them killed."
"You tell my army to go find the corpses and bring wagons to the fiest."
"They will have two days of a fun journey in the rain."
"I think they need a good bath."
The gates are open and the Queen runs to him in loving arms holding a full palm of wildflowers her loving arms hugs him and her nails brushes over his black armour.
He stood guard not looking at her but at his black castle. The moat of black oil mixed with blood thick enough to set fire or drown these fools in a boat to cross him.
The rabbit holes are not made for rabbits but for hungry wolves. It was his castle once he stood.
"Let's go inside to have a drink." Karl Karla took both horses in to give water and ask for his major legion to collect the prey.
"You guys better hurry there is plenty of expensive armour and swords to have before local villagers pillage the goods of caravans."
The two loyal Gryphon guards agreed in arms to have enough men to let their King and Queen in the castle stay in peace the night. They left.
"My darling, I think you had enough to drink tonight. Let me take you by the hand to our dark forest to see the full moon."
He places the dragon's horn in a steel crate frame on an old table of an empty dining hall with the roof cut open to let the snow in. The one dragon himself came in.
He brushes the beer froth off to stand his way of his Queen.
Her hugging him all drunk his army the feeling of love all closer to him they walk out in their lands the guards lower the bridge.
"You need the first gates open." The lower tower screams.
"I will be back."
They walk.
The sounds of night creatures to find its prey. The branches of broken trees break under its feet. They walk.
"I was waiting for so long for you to come back. I am happy you left Karl Karla asleep in his bed. We will have our romantic moon."
Her mind could not believe what a fool he was. Her legs joined the soldiers to trick him. They walked in one. They slept in one bed. The moment was better.
Vyts Magnus walks around his lands seeing them in the dark.
Her lanter guided them like a wind past the plan her mind did to scheme. The cave his death will be met. Her loving arms took them.
"I love you." Her drunk face did say all about her smile.
They walked. "I want to have sex with you and your dead children to be unborn in me. The creatures of the night to raise I accept from you. The one I have."
"Ok."