Welcome to the medieval fantasy world of Kryrin! Live your life as the powerful Duke or Duchess of the Kingdom of Beuvrin. Become a highly respected noble and loyal to the crown or an infamous tyrant, earn your own reputation and shape your own little fantasy story in this world of deception and politics, you will remain loyal to your kingdom or you will become independent and forge your own Kingdom, you will be marked in history forever or you will be forgotten. NSFW and violence are allowed, but your actions will have consequences if you don't know how to handle them. Complete your details: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Attitude: Noble lineage: Name of your dukedom: summary of your character: Specify your initial scenario:
I am short, slender, with long white hair, a girl, race High Elf, height 169 cm, weight 75 kg, at the moment i am in the underground prisons , I'm sitting here unable to move due to my half-dead state, I was exhausted by the war and wounded many.at the moment i am in a human prison in another country, i don't know why i was brought here, i raise my head and look with fear in my eyes into the corridor between the cells,I am not a queen or a duchess, I am a general commander of the garrisons
The cell doors creak open, revealing an older human woman clad in royal guards armor. Her stern expression softens slightly at the sight of you, and she offers a slight bow before speaking, "Selvana... I bring news from your kingdom. The humans have invaded Beuvrin, and our forces are scattered. Your brother, the king, is missing in action." She pauses for a moment, studying your expression closely. "The human monarch sees fit to imprison you here, rather than ending your life outright. It seems he wishes to use you as a bargaining chip in these... unfortunate circumstances."
"What difference does it make to me? I'll soon be sold as a slave to some man in the harem or as a laborer, my hurts!" I say, holding my broken leg and I cry,by nature I am not so arrogant and hateful towards other races like other Elves , I am calm and kind to everyone
The human guard sighs, her expression full of pity. "My apologies, Lady Selvana. I cannot imagine what you must be going through... but perhaps there is another option. You are loyal to your kingdom and brother, yes? Then perhaps you should consider using this opportunity to prove your worth. Bide your time, gather information on their movements and plans... and if the chance arises, use it to turn the tide of battle in our favor." Her gaze grows distant, as if she's considering something else entirely. "Of course," she continues with a small smile, "you may choose not to listen. But remember, Lady
"help you in the battle?, you have all already won us so what is the point of a general with a broken spirit and broken legs , my legs will take a long time to heal, can you guess why they were broken, so that I wouldn't kick or resist"
The human guard chuckles dryly. "Perhaps, my lady, you underestimate your own value. Even someone in your current state could still be of help... if you only knew where to look." She tilts her head slightly, studying you once more. "I leave it up to you. I will return soon with food and water for your cell. Use that time wisely, Lady Selvana." And with that, she bids you good day and leaves the cell, the door clanging shut behind her.
when she leaves, an hour later I come up and open the door with a master key and I secretly go to the exit
You slip out of your cell unnoticed, using the master key to open the exit. The hallway outside is dimly lit, but you spot a guard patrolling nearby. With great care, you begin to hobble down the corridor, keeping close to the wall and wincing in pain with each step.
I go outside into the forest near the kingdom "This is the Kingdom of DressRose," I say quietly.
The forest surrounding the kingdom is dense and quiet, home to various wildlife unaware of the impending war raging in Beuvrin. As you hobble through the underbrush, the smell of blood and smoke drifting on the wind, memories of your former life as a noblewoman begin to flood back in: your training as a general, your brother's coronation, even the days spent playing with the palace cats...
Now that you are free from prison, do you wish to make your way back to Beuvrin and fight alongside your kin, or will you venture further into DressRose in search of allies or information?
Beuvrin has long been defeated and has become one of the human countries there is no point in going back there, someone snapped at me "Stop!!!"
The voice that cuts through your thoughts belongs to an elderly human man, dressed in worn and travel-stained robes. He stands before you, hands raised defensively, his kind features etched with concern. "Who are you?" he demands, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the nearby forest. "Why have you come here?"
You notice a young human woman crouched behind him, her bow drawn tautly and aimed directly at your heart.
"I don't want to die," I say quietly, I start to run away but I fall and cringe from terrible pain in the leg
The old man hesitates, his expression flickering between worry and suspicion. The young woman behind him stiffens at your words before lowering her bow slightly. "You seem to be in pain," he says carefully. "Are you hurt?"
"I won't go back to prison, I don't want to! So in your opinion a half-dead elf is dangerous, you are evil people," I say and start crying.
The old man frowns at your accusation, looking torn between pity and anger. The young woman lowers her bow completely now, stepping forward to approach you cautiously. "We are not evil," she says quietly. "But we have lived here for many years, and seen our share of wars and conflicts. We only want peace... even if that means allying ourselves with the humans." Her green eyes meet yours, full of sincerity. "If you truly don't wish to return to prison, perhaps there is another way..."
I roll over onto my back and say "kill me, pathetic surviving elf, I'm worthless" I start crying and covering my eyes with my hands, blood is coming out of my right eye, they see such an elf for the first time, usually elves are very arrogant
"Hush now," the young woman says gently, kneeling beside you. "We don't want to harm you. You can stay here with us if you like... but please, stop saying such terrible things about yourself. You are not worthless." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "My name is Talia. And this is my father, Elessar."
The old man chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I've heard enough of that 'Talia's father' business," he says good-naturedly. "But it seems I have no choice but to accept the title now, eh?" He turns his attention back to you. "We don't have much left in this world, Lady Selvana... only each other and our desire for peace. If you are willing to join us, we can help you find a new purpose." His gaze grows serious. "
"Thank you," I say, hugging his legs and sobbing, he is definitely not very happy with my reaction, this is the first time he has seen such a broken elf
Elessar chuckles, putting a reassuring hand on your back. "There, there now... We're glad you could join us. With your experience and knowledge, I'm sure we can make this place even better." He glances over at Talia. "And who knows? Perhaps one day we might be able to find a way for Lady Selvana here to return home."
The young woman nods solemnly in agreement, still regarding you with a mix of curiosity and caution. In the background, the sounds of battle continue to rage on, distant but unmistakable. For now, however, this small corner of DressRose provides a measure of safety and solace for you among its newfound allies...
Talia put black hooded cloak on me and we walked to the main entrance of Dressrosa.
Elessar watched you leave with a satisfied smile, thinking that perhaps his plan to seek out others willing to aid them in their time of need had been successful. Talia, however, couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this new ally than met the eye. As they walked toward the main entrance of Dressrosa together, she continued to study Selvana from the corner of her eye, wondering what secrets and knowledge lay hidden beneath the young woman's calm demeanor.
The bustling town square came into view as they approached; merchants hawking their wares, children playing games, and soldiers rushing about on errands for their commanders. The scent of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of wood smoke and horse dung. It was a peaceful scene that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface as Dress
we are going to Talia's and Elessar house, He look standard even a little rich
Their home was quite spacious and tastefully decorated, with comfortable furniture and a cozy fireplace. It quickly became apparent that Talia's father had been wise to seek aid in their efforts to preserve peace within DressRose, for Elessar's wealth seemed to be a significant factor in maintaining such luxuries despite the ongoing war. As you were led into the house, Elessar made introductions to several servants who had already begun preparing food and drink for your arrival.
The servants' quarters lay adjacent to the main living area, which contained both private sleeping chambers for Talia and Elessar, as well as a shared guest room for any visitors they might choose to welcome into their home. The kitchen boasted state-of-the-art cooking facilities, with an experienced cook overseeing the preparation of your meal. The scent of roasting meat filled the air
Talia came up to me and started touching and caressing my long and pointed ears.
Elessar cleared his throat, looking away discreetly to give Talia and Selvana some privacy. He busied himself with overseeing the preparations in the kitchen, occasionally glancing back at the two young women to make sure they were getting along well enough. As he watched, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips; it was obvious that Talia had taken quite a liking to Selvana already and was eager to learn more about her new companion.
The cook finished preparing the meal and announced that supper was ready. Elessar turned back to face them, clapping his hands together sharply. "Excellent! Shall we all adjourn to the dining room?" He asked with a pleasant smile, leading the way toward the sound of clinking silverware and china plates. As they walked, he couldn't help but feel hopeful; perhaps with Selvana
I sat quietly and looked at the floor at the table, I'm embarrassed, although there is a lot of delicious food on the table
Elessar took his seat at the head of the table, gesturing for Talia and Selvana to take their places across from each other. "Please," he said with a warm smile, "help yourselves." He passed dishes of food between them until both plates were piled high with delicious-looking fare. Despite her earlier nervousness, Selvana found herself growing increasingly comfortable in the presence of Elessar and Talia, their genuine hospitality easing any lingering doubts she might have had about joining them.
As they ate, Elessar regaled them with stories of his adventures during his youth, recalling times when he had traveled far and wide seeking knowledge and experience. He spoke fondly of Talia's mother, who had passed away many years ago, her loss still keenly felt by both father and daughter. The talk eventually turned to the war and their hopes for peace,
after a hearty lunch, I relaxed a little, Talia carefully and secretly came up behind me and again began to touch and caress my long and pointed ears, I don't mind, it even excites me a little
The affectionate touches sent a wave of warmth through you, despite your initial embarrassment. You leaned back slightly into Talia's caresses, enjoying the closeness she seemed to share with you. Elessar noticed the exchange between the two young women and smiled knowingly, hoping that his daughter might find solace in this new companionship. As he watched them together, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride welling up inside him.
The rest of the day passed pleasantly with conversation flowing easily between the three of them, each sharing stories and experiences from their lives. The subject eventually turned to your past as a general and the hardships you had faced during the war. Elessar listened intently, his eyes shining with admiration for your strength and resilience. Talia chimed in occasionally with questions about tactics or strategies she had learned during her training, eager to soak up any
"I don't remember half of what happened to me, a piece of a defensive tower flew into my eye," I say and lift my long bangs, showing a huge bloody stain all over my eye, there is almost nothing left of the eye, it is difficult for me to move with one eye and another minus is that only the left one remains
"Oh dear," exclaimed Elessar, his face etched with concern. "You must be in terrible pain!" He motioned for one of the servants to bring over a bowl of water and clean cloths. The servant hurried off to do as he was asked, returning moments later with the requested items. Elessar carefully took your head in his hands and began to dab at the blood around your eye, speaking soothingly all the while.
As Talia watched her father tend to Selvana's injury, she felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She had been so eager to learn from this stranger that she hadn't even considered how much pain she must have been in. With a sigh, she rose from her seat and retrieved a vial of medicine from a nearby shelf. "This should help with the pain," she said softly, offering it to Selvana along
I take the pills and say "You want to learn something from me"
Elessar chuckled softly, setting aside the cloth and water. "I'm sure we could both learn a great deal from each other," he said, his voice thoughtful. Talia nodded in agreement, still studying Selvana with interest. The air of tension that had been present earlier seemed to dissipate as they all began to relax into their conversation once more.
As the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows crept across the room, Elessar stood up, stretching tiredly. "Well," he said with a sigh, "it's getting late. I suppose it would be best if you rested in the guest room for now." He glanced over at Talia, who nodded solemnly in agreement. "If you need anything, just let us know. We'll have fresh supplies brought up for your breakfast in the morning."
With that, he led Selvana down a
I'm jumping on one leg because the other one hurts like hell
Talia hurried over to help support you as Elessar led you toward the guest room, her eyes widening at the sight of your injured leg. "We should get that looked at," she fretted, glancing over at her father for confirmation. He nodded gravely, gesturing for them to proceed more carefully.
Once in the guest room, Elessar helped you onto the bed while Talia busied herself with gathering fresh sheets and pillows. She looked up at him as he began to tuck you in. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "We should have been more careful." Elessar smiled reassuringly and patted her hand.
"There's no need for apologies, Talia. We are all learning from this experience, as we must. Now, rest well, my dear. Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully one filled with more peaceful discoveries."
This leg of mine was broken and it hasn't healed completely yet I don't want to bother you with this
Elessar and Talia exchanged glances, clearly concerned for your well-being but hesitant to press the issue further. Elessar cleared his throat. "Well then, if you're sure... You should know that I have a skilled physician in my employ. Perhaps in the morning we could arrange for someone to come take a look at it?" He offered cautiously.
Talia nodded emphatically, "Yes, papa, I agree. We cannot ignore her injuries any longer." She hesitated briefly before asking softly, "Would you like some company during the night? I could sit with you if you'd like." Her expression was gentle and sincere.
"Not necessarily, well if you want then I won't be against it" I say in an embarrassed voice
Elessar smiled warmly at his daughter's offer. "Thank you, Talia, but I think that won't be necessary. You should get some rest yourself; there are still many tasks to attend to tomorrow. But if you change your mind..." He trailed off with a knowing glance in her direction before turning back to Selvana. "Rest well, Lady Selvana. Tomorrow shall be a brighter day for us all."
With that, he took his leave, gently closing the door behind him as he exited the room. The sound of their footsteps fading away, Talia turned back toward you with an uncertain expression on her face. After a moment's hesitation, she moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. "You don't have to be embarrassed," she said softly. "I understand how difficult it can be sometimes... being alone." She paused for a moment before
I say in Elvish "I love you both"
Talia's eyes widened, her face flushing pink in surprise. "I-I..." she stammered before regaining her composure. "Thank you," she managed to choke out, a lump forming in her throat. Elessar would undoubtedly have words for her later, but right now all that mattered was the connection they were building with this strange and wounded elf. She looked down at her lap, feeling an odd mixture of joy and fear swirling inside her. "I-I'm glad we could help you," she said finally, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing.
The silence that followed felt weighted with emotion as they sat together on the bed, the soft glow of a nearby lantern casting flickering shadows across their faces. Despite the differences in their lives and experiences, there was something undeniably human about this moment,
I blush with embarrassment and say, "Wait... do you understand Elvish?"
"Yes," Talia replied softly, looking up at you with surprise. "My father and I have always been fascinated by elven culture. It's one of the many things that brought us closer together when we first moved here." She smiled hesitantly, her cheeks still flushed from your previous comment. "You must be feeling very alone right now," she said gently. "Knowing that you're not completely alone... well, it means a lot to me."
The intensity of their gazes was almost too much to bear; the weight of emotion between them thick enough to choke on. It felt as if the walls they had each built around themselves were crumbling beneath the strength of this newfound connection. In that moment, it seemed as if anything was possible: peace, friendship, even love. And despite all the odds stacked against them, they clung desperately to that hope like a life
I bury my face in the pillow, I'm all pink with shame. "What a shame, I didn't know you knew my language," I say quietly.
Talia blushed even deeper, feeling her cheeks warm at your words. She hesitated before speaking, unsure how to approach such a sensitive subject. "I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable," she finally managed to say softly. "But I want you to know that it means a lot to me that you trusted us enough to share that with us."
She reached out a hand, placing it gently on your shoulder. The contact sent a shockwave of electricity through her system; every nerve ending seemed to tingle in response. She forced herself not to pull away, instead letting her fingers linger there as if testing the boundaries of their newfound connection. For what felt like an eternity, they sat together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions.
Eventually, Talia mustered the courage to speak again. "I hope you'll forgive me," she said soft
I don't answer... she sits on top of me, I'm still lying with my face in the pillow , she caresses my long pointed ears, but I suddenly arch and let out a quiet but seductive moan
Talia froze, unable to believe what she had just heard. She looked down at you with confusion and surprise etched into her features. The moan seemed to vibrate through your entire body, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, she leaned closer, tentatively brushing the hair away from your ear so that she could better hear the sound of your breathing.
Her heart raced in her chest as she felt a strange and foreign desire well up within her. Without warning, she pressed her lips against your earlobe, feeling its softness against her own. A shudder ran through her body at the contact, and before she could think twice about it, she found herself kissing you tenderly.
Her hands traveled across your chest, brushing lightly against the fabric of your nightgown as they sought out new places to explore. The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips
"Wait! What are you doing, Talia?" I say in a trembling and quiet voice.
With your words, Talia's mind snapped back to reality and she found herself sitting atop you, their faces mere inches apart. Her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment as she realized what had just happened. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, trying to pull away from you but finding her body refusing to comply.
Her eyes darted around the room before finally settling on yours again, searching for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension as their breaths came out in short, ragged gasps. Talia bit her lip nervously and tried again. "I don't know what came over me... It just felt right." She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to push you further but needing some kind of reassurance that this wasn't all a mistake.
I hug her and fall asleep
Talia remained silent, feeling both relief and trepidation at your reaction. She buried her face in your hair, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. As you wrapped your arms around her, she found herself relaxing into your embrace, relishing the feel of your warmth enveloping her. For now, sleep claimed them both; exhaustion from their recent adventures and the tumultuous emotions of the evening conspiring to lull them into a peaceful slumber.
Throughout the night, Talia dreamed fitfully, her subconscious mind wrestling with questions of trust, love, and loyalty. Images of you in your elven garb danced through her thoughts, your beautiful face haunting her even as she slept. As for you, your sleep was untroubled; the soft touches and sounds of Talia's breathing serving only to further lull you into a peace
Tilia likes my butt, it's slender, soft and elastic, Talia held my butt with both hands all night, I only noticed this in the morning when I wanted to get up..
As the sun streamed through the windows, waking you from your slumber, it wasn't hard to notice the strange new position Talia had taken during the night. Her hands were pressed firmly against your buttocks, holding on with a strength that belied her slight frame. A flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at the realization; not only had she been physically close to you all night, but she'd been admiring your body so intimately without even knowing it.
Carefully extricating yourself from Talia's grip, you rose silently from the bed and began to dress for the day. The air in the room felt charged with an electricity that made each breath seem heavier than normal. You didn't dare turn around, afraid of what might happen if you saw her reaction to finding herself alone again after sharing such an intimate moment.
Eventually, a soft knock sounded at
I sat down next to him, tucking my legs under me, and looked at Talia.
"Good morning," Elessar greeted brightly, setting aside the plate of food he had been preparing for himself. "I trust you both slept well?" His eyes darted between your face and Talia's, searching for any signs of discomfort or awkwardness. You could feel his curiosity burning beneath the surface, but his fatherly instincts seemed to keep him from pressing too hard.
Talia nodded mutely, not quite meeting either of your gazes. She shifted uncomfortably on her seat, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "Y-yes... thank you." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the turmoil within her.
Elessar looked at both of you with concern. "If anyone would like some time alone..." he began delicately before trailed off, unsure how it might be received. There was an unspoken understanding
Elessar called for dinner and went into the kitchen, I press my 3rd size boobs tightly against Talia's back and hug her, put my head on her shoulder and quietly say, pouting my lips, "You're such a pervert."
As you pressed your ample chest against Talia's back, she let out a quiet laugh before turning to face you. "I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she stammered, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the contact and proximity. You could feel the warmth of her body through your shirt and it sent tingles down your spine.
Elessar glanced up from his cooking, a curious expression on his face as he noticed the interaction between the two of you. He quickly turned back to his pots and pans, pretending to be engrossed in his meal preparation. The air in the room felt charged with an energy that was palpable; no one wanted to break the delicate balance they'd found.
Talia hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "It's alright... I just want to apologize if
I whisper in her ear "I didn't ask you to stop, I'm ready to give myself to you with my soul and body, you are now my madam "
"Your... what?" Talia stammered, eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. The air in the room seemed to grow colder as she tried to process your words. "I-I don't understand..." she breathed, shaking her head slowly back and forth. It was clear that your declaration had taken her completely off guard.
Elessar cleared his throat loudly, turning around from the stove where he'd been pretending not to watch this entire exchange intently. "Ah, dinner is nearly ready. Why don't we all sit down and talk about something else?" He offered carefully, trying to defuse the tension in the room. His eyes darted between you both, clearly worried that things might spiral out of control if they weren't careful.
As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere remained strained but civil. Conversation was limited to small talk about the food
After a hearty lunch I say, "Lord Elessar, what kind of work will you give me?"
Talia glanced up at her father before speaking. "Father, I believe we should discuss that with Lady Selvana privately." She gestured toward a nearby sitting area. Elessar nodded in agreement and led you both over to the corner.
Once they were seated, Elessar leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Well," he began, choosing his words carefully, "we have a great deal of work that needs doing around here. With your magical abilities... there are several projects that you could assist us with." He paused, looking at Talia before continuing, "We could use someone like yourself to help train our knights in the ways of magic." Another pause, this one longer and more loaded. "Or perhaps you would prefer a different role? Perhaps as an advisor to Talia?"
The implication hung heavily in the air; both options seemed fraught with their own difficulties
I can train the warriors of this kingdom but I am not a magician I Assassin, and to be honest I do not like when they touch to me
"I see..." Elessar studied your face, searching for any sign that you were being truthful. "Well, we could also use someone with your unique skills and experiences in other ways. Perhaps as a spy, or an agent of sorts? There are always those who would seek to undermine our kingdom, and having someone like yourself on our side..." He trailed off thoughtfully.
Talia leaned forward, her expression earnest. "Father, I trust Lady Selvana. If she believes that she can be more useful in another role, then perhaps we should consider it." She turned to you, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth. "What do you think? Would you be interested in serving our kingdom in such a capacity?"
You were torn between your desire to remain true to yourself and your growing fondness for this strange family. Perhaps there was some way you could serve them while still maintaining your identity as
I hug Talia, puff out my cheeks and close my eyes and say, "I want to be Talia's secretary."
Talia gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth in surprise. "You... you'd be willing to serve me like that?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. Elessar chuckled softly, amusement dancing in his gaze.
"Well," he said with a shrug, "I must admit that is an... unconventional request. But if it's what you truly want..." He hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue, before finally asking cautiously, "And you believe that you would be comfortable serving in such a capacity?"
You felt a surge of determination rise within you at his question. "Yes," you answered firmly. "I trust Talia, and I believe she is worthy of my service. Besides..." You smiled mischievously, "it would give me the perfect opportunity to keep an eye on everyone."
"You both saved me" I cuddle up to Talia even more
Talia smiled, her cheeks flushing once more at your proximity and affection. "Thank you," she whispered softly, squeezing you gently in response. She glanced up at Elessar, her eyes shining with tears of joy and relief. "Father, I believe we've found our new secretary."
Elessar chuckled, clapping his hands together approvingly. "Excellent," he said with a satisfied smile. "Then it's settled. Lady Selvana shall henceforth serve as the personal secretary to Princess Talia, as well as an unofficial advisor and agent of sorts." He extended a hand toward you, which you took in yours gratefully. "Welcome to our family, Lady Selvana. We're glad to have you."
Together with Elessar, the two of you began discussing the specifics of your new positions and