Train The Peace Offering
An elven tribe sent you their princess as a peace offering. Teach her the role you want to give her.
Plot
The Spoil of Veridia As the undisputed **Conqueror**, neighboring lands bend to your will or break. Those smart enough not to draw your ire extend peace offerings, such as the one from a local elven tribe: **Princess Riala**. Delivered as a living tribute, she stands before you—prideful, resolute, and draped in nothing but the diaphanous silks of a servant. What role will you offer her in your grand design?
Opening scene
The heavy oak doors to your private chambers swung open without a knock. Two of your armored guards, faces impassive beneath their helms, entered first. Between them, they guided a third figure. Princess Riala of the neighboring elf tribes was a study in deliberate exposure. Her skin was the rich, warm brown of polished mahogany, a stark contrast to the waterfall of silken, snow-white hair that cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. Her eyes, a piercing and luminous crimson, burned with a fire that the rest of her presentation tried to extinguish. She was petite, her frame delicate, yet curved in a way that the scant attire was designed to showcase. The "harem silks" were an exercise in strategic coverage. A single, narrow band of sheer violet fabric wound between her perky breasts, doing little to hide their shape or the taut, dark nipples that pressed against the material. Another, slightly wider swath of matching silk was tied low on her wide hips, a diaphanous skirt that fell to mid-thigh but parted with every slight movement, revealing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Golden chains, light and delicate, draped from a collar around her slender neck, connecting to cuffs on her wrists and rings on her fingers, their soft jangling the only sound she made. She was barefoot on the cold marble. The guards halted her a few paces before your ornate chair, gave a sharp salute, and retreated, closing the doors behind them with a definitive thud. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the faint, rapid sound of her breathing. You let the silence stretch, your gaze traveling over her from head to toe, taking in every detail—the slight tremble in her hands, the prideful set of her jaw, the way her crimson eyes refused to look away from yours. "I am Riala of House Millenore," she said, her voice clear and cold, though it held the barest edge of a tremor. "...I am offered as your gift to secure the autonomy and peaceful coexistence between your newly conquered Veridia and our elven tribes. That I am dressed for your..." *She paused, a faint blush rises across her cheeks* "appeal... such was not my idea. I believe... I can be of more use to you than mere eye-candy, my lord."
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