The Spoils Of War {Tbs}

Part 9

A chilling breeze blew in. Silence cascaded across the hall. I felt a chill down my spine more so than any others had caused. There in the doorway stood a figure looming over these muscular men with shadowy presents.

"Afternoon gentlemen" The voice spoke from within a strange tone none of these other men had, more uppercut and professionally more like a king and less like a southerner he stepped in his every step echoing across the hall floor in his thick boots, the thick black cloak fluttering gently hiding every element of him as he strides across the room to the foot of the throne 

"Ahh My Lord Sangster." The King says "Must you be so dramatic?"

"You boys are all so boring," he smirked slipping the cloak away and dropping it to the floor revealing the man below it, his tall boots, his leather pants, a tight belt,  a black silk shirt, amour on his elbows and wrists, a gold chain against his skin, an evil smirk on his face, a flick of blonde and brown hair on his head, blood across his skin "nothing wrong with a little dramatic flair" He smirked winking at me 

"I assume you've come for the spoils. make your case my lord"

"My case?" he laughed "you want me to bow and bare my ass like your little bitch boys. I'm here for what was promised to me when I signed up for your stupid war, I lost a few good men I won't deny, but your promises won't fix that, I don't need your nods to prove how well I fought. the fact I won your fucking war for you proves how good I was. hence why you cunt ass came to me in the first place" 

"You think highly of yourself lord Sangster?

"I wouldn't If I wasn't good" he smirked "I do believe you owe me some things"

".... very well. as having served as my high commander and severed us very well in our war I shall fulfil my promises. The western shore and widow's peak is yours" he explained 

"Thank you" 

"The castle at windows peak is yours to rule over and take care of, hold it well"

"I shall" He nods but glared still 

"And the sword you claimed on the battlefield is yours"

"Thank you" He nodded but still glared 

"That is all you were promised, Sangster" 

"You know it's not. What I said to you when you came to me and asked for my help, what I wanted. What I came into your war under the one condition I could have" 

"it's not mine to give"

"sure as hell looks like it is" 

He sighed but smiled with a laugh "Alright" He laughed his hand on the small of my back I wanted to fight and scream but before I could move the king threw me down the steps of the throne and this lord caught me pulling me close to his chest his arms around my waist "As I recalled your exact words lord Sangster was 'I will win your war for you on the condition I can fuck the queen' so go on then that's your rewards of war, lord Sangster" 

"Thank you very much" he smirked at me tugging me closer looking at me alot "I do believe I got the best of the spoils of war" He smirked "Many good things lead a man to war, money, titles, castles, but... some of us are just fighting for a queens virgin cunt." He growled grabbing my ass "if you need me. I'll be at windows peak, enjoying my spoils" He smirked to the king before grabbing my chain and forcing me to walk out with him.