Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 14: Masquerade of many faces

A woman laid on the bed. Dirty, full of bruises. The long hours of mistreating can be clearly seen on her body. Her long silvery white hair rough and uncared. Her red eyes almost lifeless as she is started the walls before herself. The warrior spirit that was her race own started to fade. Slowly but steadily. Her captor started to snuff out the last light of resistance from her.

Her hair long, silver reaching entirely to her waist. Her two long bunny ears dropped. Uncared. Showing her almost desperate current mod. But her face still beautiful. Under the layers and layers of dirt, she was indeed beautiful.

The warrior queen of the bunny warriors almost gave up. Now the only thing that made her endure the harsh treatment of her captor. Zorzal El Caesar. The first prince of the Empire. Was the thought. One day she can have her revenge and can lay ruin this corrupt Empire that pushed her people to the edge of extinction.

The said prince betrayed her trust. Used her as a toy. Lied to her. Saying if she gives up he will spare her people. All for naught. Zorzal did not keep his word. Her people are long gone. Scattered. Their warrior spirits they are so proud long broken.

Day after day she endured the Prince constant rape, beating, and perverted games. Most of her servants left long ago. Only a handful of them remained faithful to their former queen. And after the assassination attempt committed by her own people. She realized. Her people blame her for the genocide Zorzal composed. Zorzal lied to her. Mislead her in her desperation.

In truth. She had sacrificed herself to protect her country and people. She had endured this terrible abuse for a full three years, but her home was long since destroyed and her people were nearly extinct. What few survivors remained were scattered throughout the land and lived in misery.

Worse, those survivors mistakenly believed that she had betrayed her people, and swore to exact revenge on her. That was cruel, even for a Beastmen. The thought of what Zorzal would do when he became Emperor sent a shiver down her spine.

But also... if Zorzal becomes the next Emperor her chance to control him from the background subtly and in the process lay ruin the Empire marginally increases. She's been feeding Zorzal lines and fostering his ambition, knowing full well he's an idiot incapable of ruling competently or leading an army.

If not his overwhelming numerical superiority her people would easily beat his forces back then. Unfortunately. That did not happen. Thus she forced to endure such harsh treatment.

Day after day she faced the harsh treatment. Using one of her last still faithful servant to gather information and plot in the background.

Despite this, she was forced to live in a cell. With a small window. The light barely lit the room. Her simple hay covered bed was uncomfortable. She trembled every morning being her captors did not give her any kind of blanket to warm herself on the cold nights. Forced her to wear simple, rough prisoner clothes. Protected nothing from the harsh, cold nights of the Empire and the chilly cell she inhabited.

The guards used to chat before her cell. Speaking about various things. Mostly about how they wanted to rape her. Like she was not even there. They did not care her well-being at all. They did not care she is hearing them very well.

It was strange. But just now the guards were strangely silent. The change of the guards used to be a few hours later. She observed as much her three years being captive of a sadist slaver.

She was exhausted after the day long abuse. Slowly her eyes fluttered. The dream catches up with her. In her dream, she was in the same cell. "Great..." she thought. "Even in my dream, I stuck in this miserable cell."

Suddenly something strange came to her vision. It was not her usual green, lizard like a servant. No... after looking up a man like being towered above her. Inspecting the former queen of warrior bunnies curiously.