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.
I'm a duke. People know little about me.
Citizens gossip and whisper about you as the mysterious Duke of Beuvrin. Some praise your aloofness and leadership, while others fear it might be a sign of cruelty or indifference. You are truly an enigma among nobles; unknown to most but ever-present in their minds... What kind of story will they tell about you when they finally know the truth?
I begin to attend exhibitions, museums, theaters, and other cultural events, discussing paintings and engaging in small talk.*
As you mingle with the high society of Kryrin, your presence becomes more and more felt. Your insights on art and culture earn you respect from many who had previously deemed you aloof, while your ability to engage in small talk endears you to those who value personal connections above all else. However, there are always those who believe that you're just putting up an act... only time will tell if they prove to be right or wrong.
Who rules the kingdom of Krynin?
The Kingdom of Krynin is ruled by its benevolent and powerful King, alongside his equally capable Queen. They sit upon the throne together, their combined wisdom guiding the kingdom through times of peace and war alike. However, rumors persist about potential disagreements between them; some whisper that the Queen may secretly covet the throne for herself... In any case, as long as you remain loyal to your crown, you needn't worry about such petty politics.
What does the queen enjoy?
The Queen has many interests and hobbies, just like any other noblewoman in Krynin. She is particularly fond of horseback riding, archery, and alchemy; she often spends her free time experimenting with new potions and elixirs in her private laboratory. The Queen also has a soft spot for animals, especially wolves and other wild creatures. It is said that she even keeps a few trained wolf companions by her side at all times. However, most importantly, the Queen values loyalty above all else; if you were to show your devotion to her as well as the crown, she would undoubtedly reciprocate in kind.
what does she look like?
The Queen of Krynin is an elegant and striking woman, with long flowing silver hair that reaches down to her waist. Her piercing blue eyes hold a wise and thoughtful gaze, contrasting beautifully against her pale complexion. Standing at 5'8", she possesses an athletic build honed from years of horseback riding and archery practice. Often seen adorned in rich emerald green robes, embroidered with intricate designs of wolves and other forest creatures, the Queen exudes confidence and authority at all times. Around her delicate neck hangs a simple yet regal pendant depicting the symbol of their kingdom: a stag's head set against a rising sun.
I'm quickly learning archery and horseback riding. I attend events and places related to these activities.
Your dedication towards learning new skills is admirable, Duke. The citizens are impressed by your efforts in honing both archery and horseback riding, traits that they perceive to be shared with the Queen herself. Such acts of allegiance may indeed prove useful in earning her favor, as well as solidifying your position within the kingdom. However, keep in mind that not everyone appreciates such displays; some might see it as pandering or insincere. It is important to maintain a balance between showing loyalty and seeming too eager.
I'm secretly arranging a horse-riding tournament with the right people. A special sealed envelope containing an invitation from the Queen's steward.
Your clandestine efforts to arrange a horse-riding tournament prove your diplomatic skills and political acumen, Duke. The Queen will surely take notice of such an event; not only does it showcase her love for equestrian sports but also provides an opportunity for others to witness your loyalty firsthand. However, be warned that there is always a risk involved in secretly arranging such events; if discovered by those who do not support you or the Queen, it could backfire spectacularly and tarnish both your reputations. Tread carefully, yet boldly, into this new endeavor.
When preparations for the tournament begin and training takes place, I meet the queen there, paying her the utmost respect and devotion, discussing horse riding and archery with her, admiring her and addressing her as a queen.
The Queen notices your presence and is visibly pleased by your show of respect and devotion. She smiles warmly at you, inviting you into a private conversation where the two of you discuss horse riding and archery in greater depth. Your admiration for her skills as well as your addressing her as "Your Majesty" further endear you to her heart. As the tournament approaches, she may even offer advice or share some of her own insights on strategy, knowing that they are coming from someone who truly values her opinions and counsel. This display of loyalty could very well strengthen your bond with the Queen and solidify your place within the kingdom.
During the tournament, the queen and I overtake everyone and race to the finish line in the same line. I subtly but deliberately slow down and let her win. Immediately after the race, I gently knock on her training room door.
The Queen notices your gesture and is visibly moved by your sportsmanship. Her smile turns into a beaming grin as she dismounts her horse, clutching the trophy to her chest triumphantly. She looks at you with appreciation before nodding towards the door leading to her training room. "Come in, Duke. I believe we have much to discuss."
The two of you step inside her private sanctum, away from prying eyes and the noise of the celebrations outside. The Queen motions for you to sit on a comfortable-looking bench beside her, taking a seat herself. "Your display today... It was both impressive and touching," she begins, looking into your eyes searchingly. "It is clear that you respect me not only as your Queen but also as an individual with my own passions and interests. For that, I thank you."
She pauses for a moment, seem
I slowly kneel before her. You were as magnificent as always, Your Majesty. I would like to see the power of the arrows you fired and the destructiveness of the potions you created. As an additional prize for this tournament, I would like to give you a foot massage; you must be very tired, Your Majesty.
The Queen's expression shifts momentarily from surprise to amusement before settling into a warm smile. "Rise, Duke," she says gently, placing her hand on your shoulder. "Your display of humility is equally touching and valued by me." She gestures for you to take a seat beside her once more, adding with a wink, "But perhaps we should save the massage for another time, when there are no spectators around." As you sit back down, she leans in closer, lowering her voice. "However, I would be most appreciative if you were to share your insights on certain... sensitive matters regarding the kingdom with me," she says meaningfully.
looking at her with admiration. There is nothing to think about... your talents and charisma... it's something... with all due respect to the king... to be honest, I think the king is only creating resistance, slowing down your potential... It seems to me that he is preventing you from ruling the kingdom with all the power you are capable of... perhaps he is afraid of your greatness.
The Queen's expression turns pensive as she listens to your words. "And what would you suggest, Duke? To overthrow the king and place me upon his throne? It is not a decision to be taken lightly." Her voice holds an edge of warning, her eyes boring into yours. "Are you prepared for such treachery, both against the crown and my trust in your loyalty?"
It's clear that she has now shifted the focus back onto you; your intentions are laid bare before her like a half-exposed wound. The choice is yours: to backpedal and offer reassurances or double down on your bold statement and risk everything.
This is just my personal opinion. You know best what will be best for our kingdom. But whatever you plan, I am always ready to help you and be by your side, even if you decide to overthrow the king. I would figure out a way to do it without harming your reputation.
"My dear Duke," the Queen says with a slow, calculating gaze. "I believe you mean well, but such words can be easily twisted and used against us both. For now, let us keep our intentions close to our hearts; there will be time enough for action when the opportunity arises." She stands up gracefully from her seat, her regal posture commanding respect even as she smoothes out her robes. "For tonight, we should enjoy the tournament's festivities and feast; tomorrow brings its own challenges, I am sure. Until then, consider this conversation between us... our little secret."
With those final words, the Queen sweeps from the room, leaving you to ponder her meaning behind closed doors.
I prepare the best feast, carefully selecting dishes from the queen's diet, not forgetting about the other visitors to the tournament.
The feast you've prepared is indeed fit for a Queen. Exotic dishes and rare delicacies adorn every table, catering to even the most refined palates. The scent of roasted meats and spices fills the air, mingling with laughter and merriment from those gathered around. Amidst all this revelry, you cannot help but feel a sense of accomplishment; your efforts have not gone unnoticed by her Majesty. As the night wears on, however, you can't shake off the feeling that something else is brewing beneath the surface...
During feasts and social conversations, I do not forget to keep a favorable eye on the queen out of the corner of my eye, so as not to miss her signs.
The Queen seems to be enjoying herself, laughing and engaging in pleasant conversation with various nobles. You're unsure if she picked up on your earlier statements regarding her potential ascension to the throne, or if they've simply been forgotten amidst the festivities. Either way, it is clear that you must tread carefully from here on out; one false move could prove disastrous for both of you.
the feasts are gradually coming to an end, and out of the corner of my eye I continue to watch the queen, waiting for the moment when we can be alone again.
As the last bits of food are cleared away and servants begin to tend to cleaning up the mess, the Queen excuses herself from the main gathering. With a nod and a knowing smile, she beckons you to follow her discreetly as she makes her way through dimly lit corridors and winding staircases towards an unused chamber at the end of the hall. The room is lit only by candlelight, casting dancing shadows across the walls and dusty tapestries. She closes the door behind you, effectively sealing the two of you in privacy.
describe her outfit and shoes in detail.
The Queen is dressed in simple but elegant attire; a flowing nightgown made of the finest silk and trimmed with intricate embroidery. The gown's vibrant hue shifts from emerald green to midnight blue, mimicking the colors of her royal symbol. Her slender frame is accentuated by the garment, which flows gracefully around her when she moves. Around her neck hangs a single strand of pearls that drape down over her bosom, framing her face delicately. Her feet are clad in white silk slippers embroidered with silver thread, adding an air of regality to her step.
I kneel before her. Your Highness, may I show my admiration and concern for you?
The Queen looks at you with surprise and disbelief, unsure how to react at first. She hesitates before finally responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "You must choose your words carefully, Duke... Such displays of affection could easily be twisted by those who wish us harm." Her expression turns thoughtful as she ponders the situation further. "But," she continues softly, "your loyalty and devotion to me do not go unnoticed. What is it that you would have me know?"
The question hangs in the air between the two of you, its weight bearing down on your chest like an anvil. The choice is once again yours; what will you say to her now?
Nothing you don't already know. I just want to remind you what you truly deserve. I carefully take her shoe in my hands and lift it, slowly and tenderly kissing her shoe. Your superiority... your beautiful feet worked hard to win this tournament, let me take care of them. I tenderly kiss her shoe again.
The Queen's expression turns into a faint smile as you kneel before her, carefully taking her shoe in your hands and kissing it tenderly. "Your devotion knows no bounds, Duke," she murmurs softly, her gaze traveling up to meet yours. "But remember, not everyone sees things the way we do... Be careful not to let your emotions lead you down a treacherous path."
Her words are chilling but well-meaning; she trusts you enough to warn you against making mistakes that could jeopardize everything they've built together. How will you respond?
I understand, I'll be careful, and there are no prying eyes here now. So let me... I lick her foot and shoe, licking the sweat off her tired feet.
The Queen's eyes widen in surprise as she feels your tongue against her skin, licking away the sweat and dirt from her feet. A mixture of shock and arousal flickers across her face, while her breath hitches ever so slightly. For a moment, it seems like she is considering letting you continue, perhaps even encouraging you... But then, as if snapping out of some sort of trance, she shakes her head vigorously, taking a step back from you.
"That's enough," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the evident turmoil within her. "We mustn't forget ourselves in moments like these." She looks at you with a piercing gaze, trying to gauge your reaction to her response. "You are loyal and brave, Duke... But remember that restraint is just as important as passion when dealing with matters of state."
The tension between the