The Vanquished

Prologue

Warning: As I assume is clear from the premise, this story contains a lot of noncon & dubcon, so please be aware of that before you read it

The invasion was over, our defeat evident. My father the king had been executed, as well as any other relevant people in the succession, like my brothers and uncles. Fortunately, my mother, God rest her soul, had died years before the war. But apparently, my fate was not as clear cut, because I was called into the council chambers after days in a locked, but not uncomfortable, bedroom.

Evidently, the king and his advisors who had slaughtered thousands of soldiers and civilians alike, preferred not to have the youngest child, and only girl of the royal family, decapitated at the ripe young age of twenty.

The discussion went back and forth between banishment and imprisonment for what seemed like hours. Even though I knew these men held my fate in their hands, I was about to drop off to sleep when a young man burst into the room. He was handsome, in a classic sort of way, but there was something about his gaze that scared me. I knew immediately that I would never want to be alone in a room with him.

"Damian," the king said tiredly.

"Hello, father," he said, casually rounding the table to stand beside him. "Still discussing the pretty girl's fate?" He winked at me, and I quickly looked down. "I have an idea."

"As much as I am refreshed by your sudden interest in--" the king began.

"Give her to me," Damian interrupted.

My head shot up and I stared at him. What?

Shocked noises were made all around the room, summarized by the incredulous exclamation of an advisor: "As a bride?"

"No, of course not." His eyes grazed over me in a way that made my heart quicken. "As a whore."

If I had been of any lesser constitution, I would have fainted at those words, but even so I felt a little lightheaded. The suggestion was too absurd for words. Surely, they would not take it seriously.

The king sighed. "Damian..." he said wearily.

"Come now, at least she'd be of use," Damian said. "She can distract and keep me out of trouble."

"If you sire a child, there will be even more trouble."

"I'm not a fool, I know how to fuck a whore without fathering a child."

To my horror, it seemed like the idea was beginning to grow on the group. A few advisors began nodding and murmuring amongst themselves.

"Very well," the king said finally. "She is yours, to be your whore, and to do with as you please, within reason. But if this arrangement causes more trouble, we will reassess." He turned to face the advisors again. "Thus is the fate of the last member of the vanquished royal family, Persephone, formerly princess of Ilva, decided."

Damian approached me with triumphant steps. His gaze made me squirm and I quickly looked away. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. He grinned.

"Have her washed and brought up to my chamber," he said to a guard. "Then we'll begin."